never drive a car when you're dead" --Tom Waits, "Telephone Call From Istanbul"
Don't drink that donkey piss, Angelo.
It'll make you dream of broken bells.
You'll wake up with a six-armed woman
who keeps her heart inside a sandy shell.
Come with me, Angelo,
say you'll pay them tomorrow with windfall money.
I know a place where saints serve spring water
from blue painted pitchers, and it tastes like honey.
Angelo, don't you have a mother somewhere
waiting by the window where the spiders spin?
Pretend I'm a rolling bottle and follow me
down the Old Beach Road where she'll let us in.
What am I gonna do with you, Angelo?
Is there fare for fortune under your hat?
Leave it, but bring your bouzouki
to play like an angel for the alley cats.
Music: The Psychedelic Furs "Heaven"