In the Silk Hat you may meet a stranger
sitting in a booth for two,
and all the strangers passing through
are in the corner of your eye.
In the corner of your eye, sing
in the corner of your eye.
Sing arm and eye and hand and eye.
Sing voice of lip that curves your ear.
Sing Gerry with the coffee poured.
Sing Charlotte with the joke on you.
Sing all the strangers passing through
that move the corner of your eye.
In the middle of December
we talked about the weather:
"How lucky we are, it's just like spring
and here it is, winter."
Last night I walked
through the narrow night's sidewalk,
through the noisy night's town watching
crystal flakes cast silence on
the turned enchanted ground, watching
light white crystal snowflakes falling,
slower and tinier than autumn leaves, falling
crystal on the turned enchanted ground.
I avoided the
I sat alone by the side of the rail till
some old man walkt by, and I
caught the corner of his eye, sing
catch the corner of an eye,
and I said ‘hi,' and he just sat
not very close to me, and said, after awhile
something I can't remember.
The talk was very, very paced.
A cinema man who works the reels
but has no time to watch the flick
and works in wood and works in leather
and moved over closer so he could hear
and talkt of hands, and talkt of trains, he says
The train takes 13 minutes," he tels me,
13 minutes to get to Clareview,
not including rush hour, of course."
13 minutes, he
timed it. Sing
I walk through shopping malls today
a black coated old soul known in streets.
The corner of my eye waits
The corner of my eye watches, singing
any vagrant love I'll meet
any string of any eye," sing
any string of any eye.
I sit with friends in coffee shops.
The setting sun leaves city lights
and shopping malls, the wedding scenes
of lover's in the winter, darkness
and the city weather, violins
in an acoustic shopping mall
A man comes up
to me and says
And on top of
it all, as this
Sing scrape the
red paint of his heart, and me
Sing violins in shopping malls.
Sing ankles walking by my eye.
Sing shopping feet and telephones.
Sing little winter christmas children
swirl around to violins.Sing
violins in shopping malls. Sing me,
i gotta go.
Mike Sullivan, Dec'87