| The East Village Ray DiPalma GYNT, GENT. 1 Dragged naked and wet from the icey river then hauled away in a crouch you've been lamped for a time-honored pilgrim still falling backwards Like a three hour matinee up and down the scales just wait until he finds the notes with all his fingers -- you just wait until the man gets there -- still bright and still no warning -- knowing as he does what your money's worth -- I look at you and I see anyone else 2 Ragged chanters on the sagging gat yodel THE MELODIES MYSTERIOUS -- reluctant anxieties, calm ironies and nimble pieties delivered in song after song Once all big tippers and nice to the help one hundred percent legitimate Now it's physical torture mental torture and vig out the ass -- real aggravation But I've got another deal for you... Because you never know when you're going to need something extra Ray DiPalma Index |