in the cellar,
in the boho zone
I went looking for
some sweet inspiration
Oh well, just another hard time band
with negro affectation
I was a hopeful in rooms like this
when I was working cheap
It's an old romance, a boho dance
It hasn't gone to sleep
Even on the scaffold
The cleanest grease was in my jeans
And any eye for detail
caught a little lace along
the seam
And you are in the parking lot,
subterranean,
by your own design,
virtue of your style,
Inscribed on your contempt
for mine
Deas was a beggar,
he was rich in grace
And Solomon kept his
head in all its glory
Just as in steps outside the boho dance
They have a fascination for me
Camera pans the cocktail hour
Behind the blinded potted
palms
An d finds a lady in a Paris dress
With runs in her nylons
You read those books where luxury
comes as a guest to take a slave
Book s where art is
a noble poverty
Coal like virgins to the grave
Don't you get sensitive on me
Cause I know you're just too proud
You couldn't step outside the bow,
oh dance
Even if good fortune
allowed
Like a priest in pornographic watch
Looking long in on the sly
Sure, it's stricken from your uniform
But you just can't get it out
of your eyes
Nothing is capsulized in me
On either side of town
The strings were never really mine,
not mine, those glamour gowns
Old Salmon Shed
Old Salmon Shed
Me
I'll Sail my ship