The Wild Places


The Wild Places - 1

‘A prima donna, slipped into her leather
But she was restless
She knew it in her heart of hearts
She said: “Tonight you’d better pull yourself together
Because tonight I’m gonna pull myself apart!”
Out on the streets
Everyone is searchin’ for a thrill
But she’s the only one that’s out there
Really dressed to kill
And she said: “Listen to me, it’s not a tragedy
This time I’m gettin’ through
And now there’s something you can do for me!’

The Wild Places - III

‘TV angel with her eyes full of smoke
Gazin’ at the hero, he’s so mucho macho
He shrugs, he says: “This must be some kind of joke”
As she pulls on his cigarette
And loves him to distraction
But she cries, “I don’t wanna feel like a machine
I’m not the only one who wants to feel the in-between
That’s why I’m deep into this state of fascination
That’s why I’ve lost the art of conversation’

The Wild Places - 2

‘Eyes out of focus, the sharpening of blades
The sad tension, reek of patchouli
Even the Jokers are dealin’ in Spades
It’s one dimension, it’s all so passé
Just then a voice said:
“Honey, it’s too late to change your mind”
Her face tightened
I could see she’d found a new desire
And she said: “Listen to me, it’s just a fantasy
This time I’m comin’ through
And now there’s something you can do for me…’

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