greenwich village

Show Do Tell: A Reading Series & Art Review

Another savage night Camouflaged in neon You could use a friend To lean on The stranger inside Is a white-veiled bride Sinking in the altar she’s standing on And the upside of numbness Is that your conscience Has become Teflon Van Ronk doesn’t live here anymore And the avant garde in the record store Philosophize about being reborn In a time more pure Once was, but nevermore Nevermore Chorus: The holy water and vodka, circle the same drain In the name of a sadness never given a name The paralysis is an expression a shame Some sadness never given a name You wish there was a face That smiled just for you Brighter than the Broadway lights Illuminating eighth-avenue But you aren’t meaningful in the machinery A tuxedoed guitar, praising the secular god And methods to justify the thievery Rebel or Machiavelli What revolution do you want to sell me? The bones of a skinned fish Glitter above the avenue And it only took a few drinks To accept it never mattered what was true When nothing applies to you Nothing applies to you You