Fluorescent Ladies of the Neon Night

 

A Lewiston, New York/70’s Thing (1976)

Maybe We’ll Fly (1978) Written with Laura Marks

Linda Strange (1977)

written with Rob Silkensen

You say together we could make it work our way.

You say tonight that we could fly. 

Maybe we’ll fly.

I feel the skyline reaching out to you and me. 

It whispers low that we should try. 

Maybe we’ll try.


In a one room on a third floor, 

Only one room above the drug store, 

On the third floor, in a one room,

Living a life of two.


The  dawn’s approaching, through the smog I see the light. 

The  darkness  fades behind the sky.

Look to the sky.


In a one room on a third floor, 

With the soft glow of neon rainbows,  

On a third floor, in a one room,    

Living a life of two.


You say together we can make it work our way. 

You say today that we could fly.

Maybe we’ll fly.

       

We’ve been walking on water,

We’ve been turning back time,

And I know these thoughts will fall on you.

With the weight of a candle

And the fright of nightmare

Can you see yourself without a shadow.

And I can’t drive your ghost from my bed.


We’ve been walking on water

In a time far from when

Choices clear, no thoughts behind a smile.

You can hide behind laughter,

You can block pain for years.

It will grow, take more than has been given.

And I can’t drive your ghost from my bed,

Nor the words I’d wished I’d heard,

Your feelings I preferred to show me.

Through a picture that was blurred

Had time occurred, it would have braved us.

My sweet Linda Strange.


Linda Strange, you keep making me promises

    and breaking them in two,

What’you gonna do.

Linda Strange, I keep making you promises

    and breaking them too,

And if we don’t change we’re gonna change ourselves,

And we’ll both find a place on the shelf.

Linda Strange.


I remember your ball and jack,

I remember your welcome mat.

She’s your lover, she’s your mother, she’s your color TV,

Oh my love your so twentieth century.

I found you at the pier at night,

Fluorescent lady of the neon night.

Living out an act from a worn out play,

Etching out a version in a modern way.

And I can’t drive your ghost from my bed.

Through a picture that was blurred

    had time occurred, it would have braved us.

Through a picture that was blurred

    had time occurred, it would have braved us.

Through a picture that was blurred

    had time occurred, it would have braved us.

My sweet Linda Strange.

A world was shown in the form of you,

A world I never felt.

Sensing nothing but craving something,

I never did pray as I knelt.

I placed all faith within my eyes,

Believed only words I had said.

Wanting something but showing nothing,

Confiding in only the dead.


When these silent stains fade

     and the stars blow away.


She came by and I grabbed it all,

Mistaking her need for mine:

Craving everything but keeping nothing, Leaving my real self behind.

Love fell through and I thought she knew,

But she could never understand.

Wanting something and taking something

Are phantomed in every man.

These little flecks of heaven

    are all in your mind.

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