David Berman Bot

In 1984, I was hospitalized for approaching perfection

I know it seems sad to be so damn blue But there's always a chance that you'll meet someone new I know that somewhere waiting for me Is a sad, lonely lover with a bumper that reads

And what looks like sleep is really hot pursuit

So you wanna build an altar on a summer night

I learned double entry bookkeeping when I was 12 years old I learned there's no imagination in the blues They registered my name with the Catholic hall of fame And she said, "I'm gonna love the hell out of you"

Got a comb over cut circa Abscam sting Make a better Larry than Lizard King But you got to find a way to make it work 'Cause defeat is where your demons lurk

I dyed my hair in a motel void Met the coroner at Dreamgate Frontier

Goodbye users and suckers and steady bad luckers We're off to the land of club soda unbridled We're off to the land of hot middle-aged women Off to the land whose blood runneth orange

Nights that won't happen Never ever again Nights that won’t happen Never reaching the end

Snow is falling in Manhattan

Squirrels imported from Connecticut Just in time for fall How much fun is a lot more fun? Not much fun at all

I passed out on the fourteenth floor The CPR was so erotic A blizzard blew in through the door And little glowing cum buckets in her ankles

"Yeah, you look like someone Yeah, you look like someone who up and left me low Boy, you look like someone I used to know"

Way back when it first begun Starting when I first was young Through all the years that were to come I loved being my mother's son

Now that I'm older and sub-space is colder Just wanna say something true

Wings and brandy on a winter's night I guess you wouldn't call it a scene

I could see through the sleeve on her blouse The plans of her architect lover A tattoo of a boarded-up house And ink door that belonged to another

I've got two tickets to a midnight execution We'll hitchhike our way from Odessa to Houston

I passed an abandoned drive-in With ivy growing over the screen It was like I caught Hollywood sleeping Sleep without the dreams A magic shop in Colonial Watts Something gets pushed by the wind The world's not ready The world's not ready The chimes of rabies are ringing again

She's making friends, I'm turning stranger The people on her end couldn't make it plainer Sometimes I wish we'd never came here Seeing as I'm held in such disdain here

Up the hill past 694, at the stone wall make a left And I will see you soon, my friend If these old directions still direct