Bruce Wayne Campbell Interviewed On The Roof Of The Chelsea Hotel, 1979 - Okkervil River

Pull down the shades, lets kill the morning

Lets kill the morning, let it die

Will your eyes flash out a warning

But they’ll be another morning after afternoon and tonight

Fuck long hours sick with singing

Sick with singing the same songs

In the bars, they’ll soon be drinking

Lets cash my check and drink along

Old times, hello, hey, I’ve missed you

Old life, hey now, let me in

Because you win on every issue

Now, can I kiss you?

Don’t you care how long it’s been?

It has been so many years, I lived my yearning

But in every bed, it led me through

They only bloom on what was burning

And it grew, the fire grew

And now with nothing to consume

It’s turned on me in my glass room

Where I’ll burn, you think I’m finished

Think I’m not winning

Well, go on, assume

So, take me, I’m yours, morning starship

Sparkling stars line your lights as they lift off the loneliest street corner

this clown has yet leaned against

I’ll let all these fine faces fold into me

The warmth from the space lights illumines the sea as the laughingest mouths

wetly open, but we set them sighing

We’ll take them flying

And we’ll take this man left almost passed out

Cause we’re pretty sure he needs a hand

He says he can’t stand

And when we pick him up

He asks us where this ship will land

But he knows we know it isn’t coming down

He knows we know we’ll fly so far

Til finally stars hold him in all around

Til he forgets the ground

Til he forgets the crawling way

Real people sometimes are