o crown of light, o darkened one,
i never thought we d meet.
you kiss my lips, and then it s done:
i m back on boogie street.
a sip of wine, a cigarette,
and then it s time to go.
i tidied up the kitchenette;
i tuned the old banjo.
i m wanted at the traffic-jam.
they re saving me a seat.
i m what i am, and what i am,
is back on boogie street.
and o my love, i still recall
the pleasures that we knew;
the rivers and the waterfall,
wherein i bathed with you.
bewildered by your beauty there,
i d kneel to dry your feet.
by such instructions you prepare
a man for boogie street.
o crown of light, o darkened one
so come, my friends, be not afraid.
we are so lightly here.
it is in love that we are made;
in love we disappear.
tho all the maps of blood and flesh
are posted on the door,
there s no one who has told us yet
what boogie street is for.
o crown of light, o darkened one,
i never thought we d meet.
you kiss my lips, and then it s done:
i m back on boogie street.
a sip of wine, a cigarette,
and then it s time to go . . . |