final damned desperation at dawn blues, amigo

when i was young i dreamed of fame of branding destiny with my name and finding the truest of true love by giving fate the faintest shove was i not destined for great things would not the sky that daily brings the rain to earth bring love to me and happiness for all to see? alas! my open heart was scorned i wished that i was never born sneering hipsters and frowning prudes conspired to make my journey rude and every baby step i took was greeted with a mocking look and every hopeful word i uttered was tossed into the nearest gutter and the epics that i spawned in my lonely room from dusk to dawn into which my soul i poured were totally ignored and so the glittering smile of bottled drink with its confidential golden wink trampled my weak defenses and robbed me of such senses as were meet to keep my soul resolutely towards its goal and i fell into the pit which today i have not quit what is now my destiny? who is fate to question me? into oblivion must i sink without a friend, without a drink? darkness, lend a hand to the well and truly damned who can sit alone upon a beach with even desperation out of reach

night is calling

when there is no turning back and the last wallop has been packed and the last freight train runs down the track will the universe cut us some slack? or are we eternally doomed to look out the window of the same room and hear the same gypsy play the same tune and the same dog howl at the same moon the world would be a great place if you never had to show your face but could put yourself in a state of grace and disappear without a trace night is calling the rain is falling i could go outside and dance but would rather fall into a trance and be sported far way to a world without night or day with no need for absinthe, opium or magic spells and wake up changed into - anybody or anything else