(By Mike Anderson)
Anticlockwise the folds unfold and contenders straighten
He told my little boyfriend that he whined like a fat Mexican woman
She carried a mirror everywhere despite liberation
Such conservatism I found in unfashionable cities
A gas tank exploded
All those paper napkins
Those $100 shoes
Reminds me of eggrolls
I smoke
I drink alone
I have a job
Let me have my horses
(Chorus):
I don’t say a thing, an old black and white
Pull up the covers
Closed the blinds, I got back in
Turn the set on again
Your ashtray, motel maid
Hammered down the old black keys
Drop the line, Hollywood
Adversity training
Your doctors made house-calls, you knew every street in this town
X-rays, consultations, injections, operations, medications
In the garden we drank and I remember your eyes with love
Quietly and slowly I am sure these walls are shifting
Lou fell asleep
The mattress caught fire
Some had breakdowns
Someone got fired
I was shaken by tremors
Postmaster general
Pruning the roses
(Chorus):
I don’t say a thing, an old black and white
Pull up the covers
Closed the blinds, I got back in
Turn the set on again
Your ashtray, motel maid
Hammered down the old black keys
Drop the line, Hollywood
Adversity training
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