Shards of glass cut through my gaze 

broken streamers hanging at my legs 

drunk and giddy full of fate 

at the cabaret 

smokey stares from the bar 

do stray bottles tumble 

I feel the misty spray 

what a perfect, perfect day for the cabaret 

from afar he sees 

Venus rise overwhelmingly beautiful 

he sighs the look of love was in her eyes 

puts his hand upon her leg 

looking closer his lust begins to fade 

what a drag the queen did say. 

could this be a dream I’m in? ( Fellini would be proud ) 

gluttony enfolds the scene 

give them one last round , 

shining faces dance away 

swinging skirts between the panted legs 

kaleidescoping 

then shassez in a blink the glasses fly 

suddenly joy becomes a fight 

there they tossed and turned a sight.


In the quiet morning 

There was much despair 

And in the hours that followed 

No one could repair 



That poor girl 

Tossed by the tides of misfortune 

Barely here to tell her tale 

Rolled in on a sea of disaster 

Rolled out on a mainline rail 



She once walked tight at my side 

I'm sure she walked by you 

Her striding steps could not deny 

Torment from a child who knew 



That in the quiet morning 

There would be despair 

And in the hours that followed 

No one could repair 



That poor girl 

She cried out her song so loud 

It was heard the whole world round 

A symphony of violence 

The great southwest unbound