- Tom Verlaine at 4 A.M. 歌詞
- Tom Verlaine
- Monotony, cliches. A nervous day? Cafe. They
approach each other as voices, incapable of making
words mean other than what they could mean. It is not
a crisis or moment of self-flattery. There are sometimes
reminders of what she called 'the useless life', what
he called 'eternity'. Wet are the eyes and the smiles.
That is what is remembered presently. Along with the joy
of discovering a new incompetence or abbreviation.
annies telling me: the crashing waves upon the shore
...are they telling you theyre what you were before? Well,
you can go to sleep just once but you wake up fifteen times.
Annies tellin me... its like a factory... cranking out them
parts... all the labors of love sure take a lot of heart
annies tellin me... l like them trite descriptions she said.
Soft lights revolve on the cracked -up walls. annies tellin me
no one knows where they come from... its like a factory.
( ...she has ideas... ideas about everything...) Back in that
'factory', annies tellin me, everyman is king.
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