Diamonds and Rust
ij
Well I'll be damned
, .
Here comes your ghost again
!
But that's not unusual
,
It's just that the moon is full
̳ ...
And you happened to call
.
And here I sit
,
Hand on the telephone
,
Hearing a voice I'd known
,
A couple of light years ago
,
Heading straight for a fall
...
As I remember your eyes
',
Were bluer than robin's eggs
, *,
My poetry was lousy you said,
, .
Where are you calling from?
?
A booth in the midwest
- ...
Ten years ago
10
I bought you some cufflinks
,
You brought me something
,
We both know what memories can bring
, ,
They bring diamonds and rust
.
Well you burst on the scene
, ,
Already a legend
.
The unwashed phenomenon
,
The original vagabond
,
You strayed into my arms
.
And there you stayed
,
Temporarily lost at sea
.
The Madonna was yours for free
.
Yes the girl on the half-shell
, -
Would keep you unharmed
.
Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
,
And snow in your hair
.
Now you're smiling out the window
,
Of that crummy hotel
.
Over Washington Square
-
Our breath comes out white clouds
,
Mingles and hangs in the air
, ,
Speaking strictly for me
,
We both could have died then and there
.
Now you're telling me
,
You're not nostalgic
,
Then give me another word for it
,
You who are so good with words
,
And at keeping things vague
.
Because I need some of that vagueness now
,
It's all come back too clearly
,
Yes I loved you dearly
, ,
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
,
I've already paid
.
*... ))
18.11.2015
ij
Well I'll be damned
, .
Here comes your ghost again
!
But that's not unusual
,
It's just that the moon is full
̳ ...
And you happened to call
.
And here I sit
,
Hand on the telephone
,
Hearing a voice I'd known
,
A couple of light years ago
,
Heading straight for a fall
...
As I remember your eyes
',
Were bluer than robin's eggs
, *,
My poetry was lousy you said,
, .
Where are you calling from?
?
A booth in the midwest
- ...
Ten years ago
10
I bought you some cufflinks
,
You brought me something
,
We both know what memories can bring
, ,
They bring diamonds and rust
.
Well you burst on the scene
, ,
Already a legend
.
The unwashed phenomenon
,
The original vagabond
,
You strayed into my arms
.
And there you stayed
,
Temporarily lost at sea
.
The Madonna was yours for free
.
Yes the girl on the half-shell
, -
Would keep you unharmed
.
Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
,
And snow in your hair
.
Now you're smiling out the window
,
Of that crummy hotel
.
Over Washington Square
-
Our breath comes out white clouds
,
Mingles and hangs in the air
, ,
Speaking strictly for me
,
We both could have died then and there
.
Now you're telling me
,
You're not nostalgic
,
Then give me another word for it
,
You who are so good with words
,
And at keeping things vague
.
Because I need some of that vagueness now
,
It's all come back too clearly
,
Yes I loved you dearly
, ,
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
,
I've already paid
.
*... ))
18.11.2015
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