|
Twenty years ago tonight
When I was just too young to grasp it
You were torn so quickly from this world
I just
recall the silent masses
And the asphalt and glasses
I couldn't cry, I couldn't feel
My parched and saltless
eyes just stared ahead
At the newspapers and the t.v. and magazines
And winked at stupid jokes between my classes
While I thought of asphalt and glasses
I've often wondered how you'd feel
About the things you might
see today
About AIDS, and computers, and Madonna
About day traders, and day trippers, and fascists
Do they
ever think about asphalt and glasses?
My hopeless words are cold and pale
Like lifeless heroes so perfectly
flawed and human
Which we dust off twice a year and remember
But the recollections everybody stashes
Show
up in my head, as asphalt and glasses
Blood on the pavement,
Asphalt and glasses
|
 |
|
Piano, drums, french horn, organ, sleigh bells, harmony vocals, vibrated electric guitars.... and a guitar/vocal track written
and recorded in one night.
It ain't perfect, but I love it.
12/08/80
|
|
"Blood on the pavement..."
|
|
