From the Book - First edition.
Preface: The story behind the painting
I love the sound of traffic
Have you seen the last elite?
Jukebox: Just tryin' to tell a vision
The more you learn, the less you know
Pavement slapping my feet
I loved you, and you did, too
Exhilaration, or, Gorging a neuronic aperture
Cut it hot, cut it up, cut it clean, cut it slow
Jukebox: The more you look, the more you see
Jukebox: We've got your sons' blood on our hands
The distance that surrounds us
Jukebox: Don't push me, 'cause I'm close to the edge
Like a party balloon on the Strand
Jukebox: Calling out, in transit
Jukebox: Backseat for a bed
Newspapers collect on the street
I want to break your heart
All around you now the stars are falling down.
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