Mosaic

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David J - Rock

Mosaic

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So I'm four years older than the Ox, when he passed away In room 658 of the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas, in disarray With a groupie called Sianna, a leopard skin rug And white lines on a tray His bass lines from "My Generation" was one of the first that I learned to play And we exchanged a secret handshake on that day Now I'm drifting through these corridors Where commerce meets the carnal To hang another picture of some dream girl on the wall And despite this torch I carry, the halls are growing darker And they're not decked with holly, or anything bright at all You traded stripper tips for a zip-code in West Hollywood And you're far from the orange curtain of your OC childhood And it's a pas de deux in a rented room, the ballerina [unidentified] dancer Rendezvous at midnight with the full moon in their blood So come lay on my fever dream, let me feel the glow inside you Then rise like Mary Magdalene on the crest of a West Coast dawn I've got thirty years on you and we only have hours together The clock it is a guillotine and my head in a basket is borne And back in Barcelona where old Goudy had dreamed his dreams The architecture of delirium is never what it seems Il Sagrada Familia, they're still building it I guess you just can't quit when you've come so far And me I'm in the back room of some dingy bar Putting pen to paper and lighting flame to tar Reporting from the front line of this crazy life A life of misadventure, adversity and strife But I wouldn't change it if I could, as with beauty too it's life So two sides to the story and double edged the knife All these fractured images like little mosaic pieces When seen from a distance, they resemble a broken heart

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  • David J