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The last time I saw Richard, it was Detroit in '68 and he told me "All romantics meet the same fate someday, Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe" "You laugh," he said, "you think you're immune. Go look at your eyes, their full of the moon. You like roses, and kisses and pretty men to tell you all those pretty lies. Pretty Lies When you going to realize their only pretty lies Only pretty lies Just pretty lies I put a quarter in the Wurlitzer And I push three buttons and the thing began to wurr And a bar maid came by in a pair of stockings and a bow tie And she said "Drink up now, it's getting on time to close" "Richard, you haven't really changed," I said "It's just that, now you're romanticizing some pain that's in you head. You've got tombs in your eyes, but the songs you punched are dreamin'. They sing of a love so sweet Love so sweet When you goin' to get your self back on your feet Oh love can be so sweet Love so sweet Richard got married to a figure skater And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator And drinks at home now most nights With all the house lights left up bright I'm going to blow this damn candle out I don't want nobody coming to my table I got nothing to talk to anybody about All good dreamers pass this way someday Hiding in bottles in dark cafes Dark cafes Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away Only a phase These dark, cafe days |