Matt Katz - Anthony
My mother called me AnthonyI haven't changed much since then
I've smoked since I was a teen
Everybody seemed to agree
I call it my other identity
I borrowed my look from old greats
Those character men, those privates who offend
When Jake gets the girl before she disappears again down those L.A. Streets
In the final scene
But its time to change my ways: quit my crying at the movies
Pearly white sticks and a candy craze
I filled up my hours with trees
It was easier than being alone with my thoughts and dreams, and no company
Scared I was Empty, nothing to say
Everything I can do has been done
So where is that voice, and the one who has a choice
To push through the plains, then let go of it again
What will it say, when I'm afraid?
Oh Anthony, be brave, and find a different way to operate
Wind in the saucer
Sick in the roster
Call the saints
Go to the alter
Bronx and Gibraltar
All the saints
If in the skin is
Harder to live in
Call your saints
Poor or the rich will
Healing the sick will
All the saints
My old friends through me a stag party
They called everyone in my phone
The usuals came around
And then each in turn, went out to burn
Something has shifted, and clouds have changed
Aut I still will miss the old me
Ahere sweaters and scarves go missing in the dark
I'll take in a breadth, and then let go of it again
I'll hear the way it oscillates
Oh Anthony, be brave, and find a different way to operate
Written by:
Matthew Katz
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