Now should you expect to
see something that you
hadn't seen in somebody
you'd known since you
were sixteen if love
Is a bolt from the blue
then what is that 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 does'
hold me together
But for one
crowded hour
you were the only one
in the room
And 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 and I know you
like your boys to take
their medicine
From the bowl
with their silver spoon
who'd 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
their 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
They're not for the likes
of you and me
and for one crowded hour
you were the only one
in the room
And 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
Oh but the green-eyed
harpy of the salt land
she takes into hers
my hand she said
"Boy I know you're lying
oh but then so am I"
and to this I said
"Oh well"
Now put me in a cage
full of lions
I learned 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 the
silence gave birth to a baby
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
And 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 yes for that one
crowded hour you were
the only one in the room
Well I played a few songs
for those bumps
in the night in fact
I played this very tune
And you said
"What is this six-stringed
instrument but an
adolescent loom?"
And one
crowded hour
would lead to my
wreck and ruin