One Crowded HOur

Now should you expect to see something that you hadn't seen in

Somebody you've known since you were sixteen

If love is a bolt from the blue then what is a bolt but a glorified screw

And that doesn't hold nothing together

Far from these nonsense bars and their nowhere music

It's making me sick and I know it's making you sick

There's nothing there it's like eating air

It's like drinking gin with nothing else in and that doesn't hold me together

And for one crowded hour you were the only one in the room

I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom

I thought I had found my golden september in the middle of that purple june

But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin

Now I know you like your boys

Who take their medicine rom the bowl of a silver spoon

Who run away with the dish and scale the fish by the silvery light of the moon

Who were taught from the womb to believe till the tomb that as far as

Their bleeding eyes see is a pleasure pen meant for them

Builded and rent for them, not for the likes of me

No not for the likes of you and me

And for one

O but the green-eyed harpy of the salt land

She takes into hers my hand

And she says: Boy, I know you're lying, oh but then so am I!

And to this I said

Oh well

Well put me in a cage full of lions, I'll learn to speak lion

In fact I know the language well

I picked it up while I was versing myself in the languages they speak in hell

That night that silence gave birth to a baby, but they took it away to

Her silent dismay and they raised it to be a lady

Now she can't keep her mouth shut

And for one crowded hour you were the only one in the room

I played a few songs for those bumps in the night, in fact I played this very tune

But you said: What is this six stringed instrument but an

Adolescent loom?

And one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin