Bay Of Pigs (Detail)

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I've been drinkin'

As our house lies in ruin

I don't know what I'm doing

Alone in the dark

At the park or at the pier,

Watching ships disappear in the rain

The world's just bones

The world is black stones dressed up in the rain

with no place to go but

Home, just like Nance

On a night like this, why, she's

Pro-stars, pro-sky

All lit up and sick of fighting

Beneath the diseased lighting

Of the discotheque at night

It don't mean a thing, it never means a thing

It don't mean a thing, it never means a thing

It's got that swing

I've seen it all

I've seen it all

Magnolia's a girl, her heart's made of wood

As apocalypses go, that's pretty good

Sha-la-la, wouldn't you say

Please remove your spurs

Come to think of it, remove your antlers

Haven't seen you for ages

I still fly into rages

At the mention of your name,

Christine White

I think about you often, off in the desert,

Laughing your head off in the Forest of the Night

Say a prayer for the light

So now I live well

I live in the mine

I'm still slinging mud at the towers all the time

I took a walk

And threw up in an English Garden

I was born in the North, but my father's from the South

Love is a political beast with jaws for a mouth I don't care

You're upset - and have every right to be

Regretfully, you decline

Every night was a waste of time

Every night, every night, every night

You were on the side of good

I was inside of the sea's guts,

A crumbling beauty trapped in a river of ice

A crumbling beauty trapped in paradise,

Oh yes, it was Paradise

The tide comes in and the tide goes out again

I suppose this is the kind of thing we see every day

The tide comes in, the tide goes away

Oh, the tide comes in, yes the tide, yes the tide

A ransom note written on the night sky above

Reminds me what-in-particular about this wine I love

Like a punctured beast; better-off dead,

Compliments going to my head

La-da-da, la-da-da!

And speaking of my mind (the Sunflower)

And speaking of a world turning sour on you,

I was twenty years old in 1992

I was bathed in golden sunlight, alright

I was ripped on dope, you were a ray of sunshine

I was a hopeless romantic, you were swine

You've got to spend money to make money

You've got to stop calling me honey

Oh world, you fucking explosion that turns us around

The searchlight slumps over, so sick of the night,

And the kids on the boats, busted in the shipyard

Going down, down, down, down, down, down, down

You traveled light (all night, every night),

To arrive at the conclusion

Of the world's inutterable secret,

And you shut your mouth

I've seen it all

Free and easy, gentle, gentle

The wind through the trees makes you mental for me

Nancy, in a state of crisis, on a cloud