Shake down 1979

“Sleep on and dream of Love, Because it’s the closest you will get to love. Poor twisted child So ugly, so ugly. Poor twisted child Oh hug me, oh hug me One November Spawned a monster In the shape of this child . . . .Oh, one fine day, let it be soon, she won’t be rich or beautiful, but she’ll be walking your streets in the clothes that she went out and chose for herself.”

“And I don’t even care
to shake these zipper blues
And we don’t know
Just where our bones will rest
to dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below”