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letra de saint fido - annie gallup

you can leave your dog, saint fido, with the girl you love when it’s convenient
travel to the city as a prophet and a tourist
and everyone you’ll meet is either famous or else planning on
becoming famous overnight
unless it’s morning first
and you say, “ah youth, you’re just promise and illusion”
you contemplate your own fading image in the mirror
and settle on an attitude half wizard, half legend
and half washed up relic of a halfhearted career, do do do

i saw you by the cold light of morning
saw your broken glass and the litter in your gutter
saw lipstick on your collar
saw you spilling dirty water in the allеy
and i didn’t look away

so it’s sometime after midnight at onе all night bash or other
and the boys have laid out every minor triumph they can chalk up
that pretty dark eyed girl who wants to be a mermaid
is splashing in the bathtub in the kitchen of this soho walkup
and you say “ah, new york, how can your ancient plumbing
take another generation?”
you let a younger man walk his fingers up her back
while you go off in search of the i.w. harper
and someone you can argue with about something abstract, do do do
i saw you by the cold light of morning
saw your broken glass and the litter in your gutter
saw lipstick on your collar
saw you spilling dirty water in the alley
and i didn’t look away

so it’s your last night in the city and it’s snowing, snowing, snowing
and you’re standing by a streetlight with that pretty dark eyed girl
the way the snow is catching in her hair reminds you of a hairnet
that your grandma used to wear with tiny plastic pearls
and you say, “ah, at least i’ve got a story for the priest”
bend down to kiss her knowing she won’t stop you, not tonight, no
not while snow falls like pearls in manhattan
and you have a ticket in your pocket for a morning flight, do do do

i saw you by the cold light of morning
saw your broken glass and the litter in your gutter
saw lipstick on your collar
saw you spilling dirty water in the alley
saw your broken glass, litter in your gutter
saw lipstick on your collar
saw you spilling dirty water in the alley
saw your broken glass, litter in your gutter
saw lipstick on your collar
saw you spilling dirty water in the alley
and i didn’t look away

- annie gallup

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