Hot mango flush.
Ladies with ice cream hair –
Gyroscopic pink neon beams –
Everybody’s happy about something.
The crowd moves like a flock of starlings: they
switch direction as one.
Jive on the jukebox – Jack and Joker
split the night air with whoop and holler.
Faint aroma – wood smoke, old fish,
diesel harbour, roadside mongrel,
painted man with buttons barely
holding, bursting belly bulging.
Doe-eyed ragamuffin mumbling –
Scolded for some vague infraction.
Stole a penny candy-coloured
sweetheart kiss down at the market.
Down at the market all the world
seems to simmer:
Hot mango flush.
Yine söndü bak gözümün feri Bilemem ki gelir mi geri Yine bir aşk yine hüsran…
Far beneath the raging sea On the ocean floor So many ships, are lost eternally…
Well it's easy for a country boy to be misunderstood When the honky tonks are…
[Unreleased, from a demo reel dated Dec. 14, 1983.] Don't touch the snake who beckons…