Empty Country

Bootsie
Hitched and tricked my way up From Venus, West Virginia My hair had gone gray I was 13 Convulsing outside Port Authority Those first fits and visions Were disembodied nervous systems Silver twisting ribbons of binary Held each instant of miserable history Two assholes with inverse halos Had my panties down 'round my ankles I was pretty sure it was curtains 'Til this huge beautiful lady started hurting them Oh, Danny I can still feel her carrying me She said "the men you thought were brave Are arrogant and depraved" Hell is the place where everything happens The band's playing all the songs ever written at once Shape the chaos Make your little story Baby, this life's perfect purgatory Danny hailed a cab Letras de cancionesAnd I cried in her lap She took me back to the Dakota Little sandwiches and soda Early 80s New York City Biblically filthy I was a child but still no door was closed to me Those men were my protectors and my family And the most beautiful creatures I have ever seen "Honey, let us color it so you don't look like a little old lady" Instead I rocked Herman Survivors and shaved my head clean I think It was Charlie who started calling me Bootsie Brown liquor, downers, and powders clouded out the bad dreams But not before I saw some shit I wish I didn't see Something terrible entering America through Miami And I knew I'd have a little girl at the end of my 30s Mercifully I still can't see her story's ending And there was strange silk sibilance in the summer rain Sweet-smelling trash and rattling laughter in subterranean arcades Champagne, cocaine. cigarettes and the dirty dawn The ghost of the moment and the feeling of really belonging Oh, Danny You were sick but still singing "Little hayseed Where will the wind take us?" Hell is the place where everything happens The band's playing all the songs ever written at once Shape the chaos Make your little story Baby, this life's perfect purgatory Such a curse to know where all the time went At the edges of the blackness Dance their redshifted images What a heartless era What a catastrophe Seconds of pleasure and pain The record skips into infinity From Letras Mania