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I just wanna, I just wanna I just wanna go back now I just wanna go back now baby, baby The season may come but your luck just may run out And all that you'll have is a memory (oh, oh, oh) The season may come but your luck just may run out (ooh, yeah) And all that you'll have is a memory (oh yeah baby, oh) The season may come but your luck just may run out (oh, yeah) And all that you'll have is a memory (oh, oh) The season may come but your luck just may run out (baby) And all that you'll have is a memory, oh Shabada, shabada, da, da, da, da, da Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Used to get real high Now I'm just getting a buzz Used to get real high Now I'm just getting a buzz Used to get real high Now I'm just getting a buzz Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Used to get real high Now I'm just getting a buzz Used to get real high Now I'm just getting a buzz Used to get real high Now I'm just getting a buzz Never wanna get High

In these days of changing ways So called liberated days A story comes to mind of a friend of mine Georgie boy, was gay, I guess Nothin' more or nothin' less The kindest guy I ever knew His mother's tears fell in vain The afternoon George tried to explain That he needed love like all the rest Pa' said, "There must be a mistake How can my son not be straight After all I've said and done for him?" Leavin' home on a Greyhound bus Cast out by the ones he loves A victim of these gay days it seems Georgie went to New York town Where he quickly settled down And soon became the toast of the great white way Accepted by Manhattan's elite In all the places that were chic No party was complete without George Along the boulevards he'd cruise And all the old queens blew a fuse Everybody loved Georgie boy The last time I saw George alive Was in the summer of seventy-five He said he was in love, I said I'm pleased George attended the opening night Of another Broadway hype But split before the final curtain fell Deciding to take a shortcut home Arm in arm they meant no wrong A gentle breeze blew down Fifth Avenue Out of a darkened side street came A New Jersey gang with just one aim To roll some innocent passer-by There ensued a fearful fight Screams rang out in the night Georgie's head hit a sidewalk cornerstone A leather kid, a switchblade knife He did not intend to take his life He just pushed his luck a little too far that night The sight of blood dispersed the gang A crowd gathered, the police came An ambulance screamed to a halt on Fifty-third and Third Georgie's life ended there But I ask, "Who really cares?" George once said to me and I quote He said, "Never wait or hesitate Get in, kid, before it's too late You may never get another chance" "'Cause youth's a mask but it don't last Live it long and live it fast" Georgie was a friend of mine Oh, Georgie, stay, don't go away Georgie, please, stay, you take our breath away Oh, Georgie, stay, don't go away Georgie, please, stay, you take our breath away Oh, Georgie, stay, don't go away Georgie, Georgie, please, stay, you take our breath away Oh, Georgie stay

(Trumpet playing) (Talking fading in) I will pick you up in my strech limo. Together we can cruise down, damn, some limo (x7) (Trumpet inturrupts) I will pick you up in my strech limo. Together we can cruise down, damn, some limo (x6) Music plays If its good then its good if its not then its not But you got me kinda high Baby you don't stop (x15)

The winter's chill chilled me to the bone this year And something in my mind just got away Being in the places where we used to be Somehow being there without you's not the same Parking lots, office parks, and shopping malls And all you left were bills you hadn't paid The winter's chill chilled me to the bone this year And something in my mind just got away It's all behind you now You're moving on They'll never find you now You're moving on, on, on Na-na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na-na, na-na-na Alcohol, cigarettes, and luxury goods Christmas lights look desperate in this room Winter's light left me in the dark last night And jingle bells are smothered in this gloom Winter's trees freezing in the bitter wind And autumn's leaves have all been blown away Being in the places where we used to be Somehow being there without you's not the same It's all behind you now You're moving on They'll never find you now You're moving on, on, on Na-na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na-na, na-na-na It's all behind you now You're moving on They'll never find you now You're moving on, on, on Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Da-da-da-da, da-da-da

There is a hollowness: shape without form. Hallowed and concentric circles splayed against a canvas Deep red, veins in hand with epitomes and documents of what has ceased to be. What was leased to me...? A dying light in fragile arms? An art amidst your victory march for me to chase; for me to run? For me to torment you and I until we fall again; Amidst a calm and cooling breeze, Amidst our spiritual dis-ease as our shadows stretch across the land? This is the twilight of my very oeuvre, or so I fear. I fear the end is near, as though time itself were befit by grace to crawl and to walk, To seethe as fit with entropy. But, surely this is but a heinous vision? The order is so very apparent, still. Order out of Chaos... I feel as though I've fallen short. The myriad of misanthropes I've slain and had reborn, The rising tide of shedded skin that by my hands was wrought, The countless names and faces of a destitute and witless being all discarded by the Way. O', what a pity it may be to balk at one's mortality For within but a blink all is naught but dust and ash, Soil and smoke, oil and water, And the whispering of the winds As they propagate the flames. "Still, a temple stands amidst the smoulders, does it not? Did you not think that the Pilgrim's Way would be fraught With the trials and the tests of your hopes and fears laid bare upon the rocks? What great cowardice is on display, with your writhing and your self-dismay! Are you a man, are you a mouse? Or are you but a foolish child Who's come to cry out in the middle of the night? Or is it that you're divine? Born to live and born to die as the waxing and the waning of the tides. Have you come to cry? Have you come to revel in the imposition of your Exile? Tell me, Pilgrim... What is it that you seek? Because it's all so simple. Can't you see?" O', what are the chances That I would come to see with such great ease? O', so blind and weary, perspective seems so out of reach. O', what are the chances That I would come to keep a realisation held so near and deep for more than a day? I might find balance. I might find ecstasy. But I won't. So as it transpires, I'll go the only way I know, To the sea, to the song. I shall be lured unto the rocks to fall and to fail, To seek to no avail. This dance, I'll do no more, Of time's unending waltz. I've sought to no avail, I have tried and I have failed. So, this dance I'll do no more, Of time's unending waltz.