My friend Joe Playing his older(?) bow Under stars so bright Satellites orbit around him He’s been travelling around From Beijing to Cape Town Playing shows with his band “Shagging Hedgehogs”
My friend Pete Looking down at his feet While they pass us by He’s still high from the pills that he ate last week They were strong, he was weak Something stuck, feels like sleep Sending secrets, signals back home Through to some folk
My friend Elsie came from Portland To Chelsea just to help me move stuff from my room into the next room one afternoon Took a hit from the bar Played her some of my songs Touched her tits, touched her hair Moved my tables and chairs
My friend Lisa likes to paint when she’s wasted Everything looks great, Picasso-ish Splashes the brush on her waist Purple, green, grey and orange Flowers, buildings, parks and towers And she knows she’s a goddess Goodness gracious, close to madness