6200
This song reminds me
of being in a foreign country
Getting cheated by the exchange rate on my currency
After Fleeing to the airport with such urgency
He know he hurt me...
That hour at the Eiffel Tower
Solo - Up so high
But so low
Sweet Chariot
If The heavens would just let me cherry-pick
I’d stop doin things just for the hell of it
Like Tying stems on my palette
Escargot with the cream drunken shallots
Then it’s oh my damn
I laid over in Amsterdam
Had some innocent fun
With a young Parisian
In the red light district
When he speaks no English Vous can’t get specific
But the tea was scientific
And the music of a muse is so
Prolific
I whistled the wishes of a thousand kisses back at the Louver
Proportionate asymmetry but what does it prove?
You’ll feel me if you ever
Breeeeeze-by-the-Mona Lees
As the Docent say, “Don’t touch”
Security is a commodity
Needed to be in like company
I’m priceless and such
And I know he watchin'
For life to mark me up and call me at auction
But no matter how much we earn sometimes we gotta lose to learn
To Value
They’ll never smuggle me to Sotheby’s
You’ll never shop my feed
Like some other B’s
Solipsism & Aristocracies
When will we ever blend our philosophies
When will we ever mend our democracy
We all hold the pen of hypocrisy
Been-in around the world and I can’t find my baby
But I, I, I have forgiven Me
*...got 8 million more
written in Spring 2018 about a Spring in 2011
