From here to there in minus time, a spirit casts a line
to fish alternatives and Caesar lives. It's 1939. It's
Fall. We eat pizzas by the pool...we watch the Christians
sing then fall in quadro. 50 legal channels, this one
sponsored by St.Paul. Are you playing me? (Where next ?)
Year sub-zero here in Baghdad,s uper-heroes stalk the
street. The bitter moon looks down and laughs while I lie
smoking in the bath with you. Now spray these lips with
superglue, I'm lying through my teeth - it's ocean blue
in Casablanca, but it's burned out black beneath. Playing
me... (where next?) It's All Souls Night. I'm frightened
because I'm standing here alone. I watched the last bus
fly to Brighton. Now life's empty but it's home. And I
skip lightly through the garbage, call you on your mobile
phone. The message says you've re-located. "Leave a
message...here's the tone." Playing me? (Where next?)
