Sunday, April 22, 2007

my take on st. dominic's




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Shammy [chamois] cleaning all the windows,Singing songs about Edith Piaf's soul.And I hear blue strains of "no regredior"Across the street from Cathedral Notre Dame.
Meanwhile back in San FranciscoWe're trying hard to make this whole thing blend,As we sit upon this jaggedStorey block, with you my friend.
And it's a long way to Buffalo.It's a long way to Belfast city too.And I'm hoping the choice won't blow the hoist'cos this town, they bit off more than they can chew.
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out onAs we gaze out on, as we gaze out onSaint Dominic's Preview Saint Dominic's PreviewSaint Dominic's Preview
All the orange boxes are scattered.We get to Safeway's supermarket in the rain.And everybody feels so determinedNot to feel anyone else's pain.
(You know that) No one's making no commitmentsTo anybody but themselves,Hidin' behind closed doorways,Tryin' to get outside, outside of empty shells
And for every cross-cuttin' country corner,For every Hank Williams railroad train that cried,And all the chains, badges, flags and emblemsAnd every strain on every brain and every eye (?)
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out onAs we gaze out on, as we gaze out onSaint Dominic's PreviewSaint Dominic's PreviewSaint Dominic's Preview.
And the restaurant tables are completely covered.The record company has paid out for the wine.You got everything in the world you ever wantedRight about now your face should wear a smile.
That's the way it all should happenWhen you're in, when you're in the state you're in;You've got your pen and notebook ready,I think it's about time, time for us to begin.
And we're over in a 52nd Street apartment,Socializing with the whino few,Just to be hip and get wet with the jet set.But they're flying too high to see my point of view.
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out onAs we gaze out on, as we gaze out onSaint Dominic's PreviewSaint Dominic's PreviewSaint Dominic's Preview.
See them freedom marching,Out on the street, freedom marching.Saint Dominic's Preview.

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