Golden Geese Lyrics

There might not be magic

Or magnificent descents

Beyond the obvious suspense of the flesh

There's physics on the court

And in assembly of notes

Scribbled plucked or in a flask

Like a hint of smoke

The hungover sounds

Of a trombone and a curdled clown

Who happens to look a lot like me

There's strangers on the lake

Dwindling real estate

The prices are high but shadows dance for free

On blackboards

And tired bleachers

Terrified and stoned

Manhattan eyes and chunky cheekbones

By the pinball machine

Hangs a painting of a backstage queen

With golden geese

And corsets unraveling

On the edges of the frame

A flaking date and a nickname

A signature rasping on the wing

I do intend to be a better man

A companion when Sundays come around

Bars close fast

We're always last to go

We'd switch to gasoline if it killed us slow

On blackboards and tired bleachers

Terrified and stoned

Manhattan eyes and chunky cheekbones

Chilled glass of wine and a wilted yellow rose

The cards are dealt and flimsy as mechanical moans