Thursday, January 08, 2004
We felt bad that our buddy Fuddy was in the hospital. We missed visiting hours, so we wrote him a song and then called and his room and played it for him over the phone.
Song for Fud
first draft
There's glass on the streets tonight
All over West Side tonight
Pulverized and shining ... tonight
It's crumbed and sparkling there
It's caught in my lover's hair
It's all over everywhere tonight
There's glass on the streets tonight
All over West Side tonight
Does it call to you with its beauty?
Does it inspire you to do something?
Does it inspire you to do nothing?
(Would it inspire you to pick up a metal detector and see if there're any coins in the big piles of glass in the streets tonight?)
All over West Side tonight
Pulverized and shining tonight
Won't you be mine tonight?
Won't you be mine tonight?
Won't you be mine tonight?
-- agp/jbe, Jan. 2004.
