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hazy moonlight softly glazing a deserted cobblestone street thoughts run together beach dream disappearing coming back flickering streetlamp trembling shadows tenement halls silhouettes dance a thousand tributes to the shaken path
just the sound of restless spirits whispering in the wind just the sound of eternity echoing within these concrete caverns this street goes on forever and ever this street goes on forever
marimba music and laughter from a bar at the end of the block another joint with music, just the ticket to turn back the clock neon lights glasses clinking we’re sitting at a table, drinking feet tapping laughing swaying music’s loud what’s that you’re saying?
“the bananas of san francisco are juicy, sweet and mellow they’d taste so much better if they weren’t just so yellow” “crazy is lazy, insanity works better make up your own world, don’t depend on the weather”
close to the table lost in her trances a child of the night, dancing girl dances she tosses, she pulses, forgets crosses, hymns and rites quivers in ecstatic flight through freedom’s eager gate tonight
to you my friends i raise my glass, come a little closer budding bards taking chances, singers, players, artists, dancers for in those times we get to meet it’s never lonely on this street |
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