panorama

i'm going to get what's coming to me
no surprises, no impressions
hey, what's wrong with you tonight
just sitting on your can can
doing the panoram
with nothing to comtemplate
with nothing to search for
with nothing to integrate
with nothing to do
except think about you
with nothing to do
except fall for blue
i just want to be in your panorama
i just want to be in your panorama
i'm going to take what's coming to me
no entanglements and no compromise
get the picture, i'm on my knees
looking at your hot shot
turning down your offer
well i'm ripping it up
i'm looking away
i'm pulling my flag up
i'm miles away
with nothing to do
except think about you
i just want to be in your panorama
i just want to be in your panorama
i'm going to find my way out of here
no pushing the buttons
no deals with daddy-o
i'm going to get myself in trouble
and i'll take my chances
if i break your bubble

gimme some slack

float like euripides
at the end of lonely street
all visions intact

i want to shake like Liguardia
magic mouth in the sun
train ride to the courtyard
before you can run
down at the end of lonely street
where no one takes a walk
someone's lying at your feet
and someone's getting off

[Chorus:]
just gimme some slack

the seven floors of walkup
the odor musted cracks
the peeping keyhole introverts
with the monkeys on their backs

[Chorus]

the rooftops strung with frauleins
the pastel pinned up sails
the eighteen color roses
against your face so pale

[Chorus]

i want to float like Euripides
all visions intact
i'm alright with Fellini fiends
tripping over the track

(chorus)

down at the end of Lonely Street
where no one takes a chance
someone's in the cheap light
and someone wants to dance