1.
Victoria's Void
2. Don't Let Me Sleep Alone
3. Maudlin Monet
4. Suzanne
Sings Sad Songs
5. Alice's Ache
6. Hats In Marseille
7. Action, Not Words
8.
The Charm of Women and the Courage of Men
VICTORIA'S VOID Victoria
When
You can't
Find
The faith You can think of me, think
of me Well
You'd like
To think that
I mean Something to
you, something to you Victoria, you pursued me so tenaciously
Now, you just
leave me behind, leave me behind Victoria, you don't call me back
Maybe
some Captain Morgan's will solve that When
The tickets
Have
Been
torn I will think of you, think of you When
The records
Start
To scratch It would offend you, if you still knew Was it that I said I
thought I was crazy?
You are the crazy one, that's true, but you are different,
too Victoria, was I rude? Did I offend you?
Was it something I said?
Was I bad in bed? Well, no one knows
Why we come together
Or fall
apart
We blame it on temperament
And circumstance
We blame it on terms
of chance Victoria, your void
Is certainly to blame
It can't be filled
By money or fame Your excuses made my blood boil
There's no part of me
left to fix with toil
Why work on changing myself for you?
I'm not perfect,
I know it's true But Victoria you're the one with the void
You look for
the answers in the celluloid
The Cimmerian recesses you explore
Cannot
fill the space, but the path is all yours DON'T LET ME SLEEP ALONE
I ended up near your home at 3am
And I wanted to throw a rock at the window
And have you let me in
I ended up near your home at 3am
With a pile
of poems that I'd written
Please, don't let me sleep alone
Please, don't
let me sleep alone I'm a sensitive guy
You know by the way I list all
my accomplishments
Hoping I can make some sense
Of my time before I die
Please, don't let me sleep alone
Please, don't let me sleep alone You
know we'll both be apart again
And your art work will provide
A black
hole for you to go
You can flirt with the patrons
And analyze yourself
But it won't clean out those skeletons
That are sitting on your closet shelf
No, working hard won't free your mind
It will just shift your misery to another
time So this is it, my final offer
Come with me or forever be lost
Not that I would offer you any way across
This great divide, with no place
for pride
But it will be OK, and your scream will be come a whisper,
Then
a drone
Please, don't let me sleep alone
Please, don't let me sleep alone
MAUDLIN MONET I thought it was odd to be named after Monet
Especially since you're a girl and he wasn't
I knew a woman who was named
Matisse
She had painterly instincts and a motherly crease Named after
Monet, you did all you could
To make sure your days were like paint on the
canvas
Maudlin Monet, it's just another day
They can't all be masterpieces
Named after Monet, you did all you could
To make sure your days were like
paint on the canvas
Maudlin Monet, it's just another day
They can't all
be masterpieces SUZANNE SINGS SAD SONGS Suzanne sings sad songs
She writes her music for the throngs
She sees herself as an irrepressible
star
Swimming pools, Sunset Boulevard Suzanne sings sad songs
She
writes her music for the throngs
She sees herself as an irrepressible star
Swimming pools, Sunset Boulevard ALICE'S ACHE Alice has a butler
And she treats him well
I think she's gone mad
But it's difficult to tell
She walks out to the lawn
In the Hollywood mansion,
Left over from
times when earnings were tax free
And she ponders yesterday with glee
HATS IN MARSEILLE The boudoir still has your necklace
And the coat
hangers have your coats
The frame holds a black and white picture of you and
your paramour
A picture of us 'neath our hats in Marseille The piano in
the parlor reminds me of France
A time when I believed that I could take a
chance
We danced in the round and the melody did play
I can still smell
the smoke in our hats from Marseille The light on your dress and the empty
cobbled streets
New clothes for the train ride, new shoes for our feet
We had people snap pictures as rain fell from sky of peignoir gray
We sheltered
ourselves with our hats in Marseille I cannot stand the pain, tears rain from
my eyes
The sky seemed so youthful, now it's old and dry
And I'm stuck
with memories of a time that passed away
So I must burn the past and our hats
from Marseille Throw the hats on the fire
Throw them on the fire
We
can't get them back
No, we can't get them back
No one needs a relic, no
one needs a reminder
Goodbye Marseille
Goodbye Marseille ACTION,
NOT WORDS These men didn't know the length of the day
Their broken
boat caught the wind and spray
The sea beat them and their vision worsened
Sailing swiftly, almost like lost urchins These rights are ours! This right
to breathe!
And the promise of soil is just a mile away
We invest ourselves
in recovering the land
And the sad, abortive voices and the joyful, clapping
hands Each idea is lost, each ambition absurd
So we will not reflect on
this uncertain journey
In the end, it's about our actions
Not our words
Action, not words Thomas felt best when in a cage
A boat no longer than
a city block
He knew that, in the end, the world gets smaller
As time
is shortened by the shock Of fading expanses, dimming realms of dreams
Shrinking scope, losing teams
15 minutes late, 15 forgotten minutes
A
lifetime ends Each idea is lost, each ambition absurd
So we will not reflect
on this uncertain journey
In the end, it's about our actions
Not our words
Action, not words In these small spaces of time
I watch TV, I feel afraid
The morning light reflects on the shade
And you are the pilot Each idea
is lost, each ambition absurd
So we will not reflect on this uncertain journey
In the end, it's about our actions
Not our words
Action, not words
THE CHARM OF WOMEN AND THE COURAGE OF MEN The writer sat in his office,
staring out into the city street
Chicago, he thought, is a tough environment
to beat
Oh, cops and mobsters and baseball and blues
There's no other
place that creates better news But he couldn't write a story that would sell
And he felt he was creating his own little hell
Where the quote is always
out of context
And the thought revolves and never is a success His old
tie is out of style and he's lost his cunning and his guile
He cuts his hair
and feels incomplete, but he's inspired by the insipid marching of feet He hears
the mama's boys playing with their children's toys
His storybook dreams they
creep, as he is lost, alone in sleep: He dances cheek to cheek avec Monique
She's breathtaking between blue beats
Just like Sabrina stepping into the
sublime
As the jazz band swings in perfect time
Damien dances with destiny
A romance-dance by the taxi
Babes on the bus bet on gallantry
And he'll
call the cab a Coup DeVille
As romantic as a movie by Cecil B. Demille
He'll kick his habit for the kids
Fantasy finally will hit the skids He
wakes but he cannot complain
It seems he forgets himself again
Like a
private eye in the dark again
Negatives of photos leave a permanent stain
Responsibility, he says, is not for me
But I can't forget the goal, it's
always the goal
So he smokes a cigarette to kill himself
Slowly and gently,
a writer can't value health After all that's sacred is classified as sin
He dozes off at the typewriter again
And says there are only two stories:
Of the charm of women and the courage of men He dances cheek to cheek avec
Monique
She's breathtaking between blue beats
Just like Sabrina stepping
into the sublime
As the jazz band swings in perfect time
Damien dances
with destiny
A romance-dance by the taxi
Babes on the bus bet on gallantry
And he drives away in a Coup DeVille
As romantic as a movie by Cecil B. Demille
He'll kick his habit for the kids
Fantasy finally will hit the skids | 
