Strange Currencies: A Podcast For Songwriters

You lost your mind in the rain You kicked the taxi You said we’re absolutely over And you’d never forgive me We never carried umbrellas Your angel wings hit my head I walked alone to Washington Square Where pigeons pecked crumbs of bread We started when folk was hot Everyone with a beard had a deal We met at Treehouse You did the robot to Electric Feel You could hit the high notes I wrote a novel about your hair Our songs could have won it all If the game was fair Lost our minds Trying to describe The world as it is Optimism was a fashion victim In the booze-soaked delirium Girls wore shades and bright shorts They asked what you thought of them It was honest, unpretentious An attempted communication We posted pictures, shared oblivions Got on with our aging Jealousies they come in three Why was it them instead of me? Why did I nail myself to purity? And pretend I was free? Our love was a welcome distraction Like a stray dog at the door Sometimes we were quiet at night In the s