You know some people got no choice
and they can never find a voice
to talk with that they can even call their own.
So the first thing that they see that allows them the right to be,
why, they follow it.
You know, it's called bad luck.
—from "Street Hassle," Street Hassle, 1978.
Glen–
Permit me to offer a rival favorite:
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands ’cause I see you
Some people they like to go out dancing
And other peoples they have to work
And there’s even some evil mothers
Well they’re gonna tell you that everything is just dirt
You know that women never really faint
And that villains always blink their eyes
And that children are the only ones who blush
And that life is just to die
But anyone who ever had a heart
They wouldn’t turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played a part
They wouldn’t turn around and hate it
The most sympathetic song I can think of. He’s gone into the infinite Sister Ray, which is probably….fun?
I’ll go with:
I’m only young once
I want to taste it all and have fun
I have no real feelings in my soul
Where most have passion I got a hole
I really got nobody else
I want lovers like the rain
So many of them, so much the same
You say you love me, I know it’s true
But I, I, I don’t love you
I have the drive
I got the scope
If I, if I, if I, could I give you a rope
Why, why, why
Do I cheat on thee
Oh why, do I cheat on me
Why do I cheat on myself
Well I got nobody else
I went straight to the Street Hassle album too when I heard the news.
Between thought and expression
Lies a lifetime