There Was A Moon And A Street Lamp

I Didn't Know I Drank Such A Lot

'Till I Pissed A Tequila-anaconda

The Full Length Of The Parking Lot!

Oh, I Talk Too Loose

Again I Talk Too Open And Free

I Pay A High Price For My Open Talking

Like You Do For Your Silent Mystery



Come And Talk To Me

Please Talk To Me

Talk To Me, Talk To Me

Mr. Mystery



We Could Talk About Martha

We Could Talk About Landscapes

I'm Not Above Gossip

But I'll Sit On A Secret Where Honor Is At Stake!

Or We Could Talk About Power

About Jesus And Hitler And Howard Hughes

Or Charlie Chaplin's Movies

Or Bergman's Nordic Blues

Please Just Talk To Me

Any Old Theme You Choose

Just Come And Talk To Me

Mr. Mystery, Talk To Me



You Could Talk Like A Fool-I'd Listen

You Could Talk Like A Sage

Anyway The Best Of My Mind

All Goes Down On The Strings And The Page

That Mind Picks Up All These Pictures

It Still Gets My Feet Up To Dance

Even Though It's Covered With Keyloids

From The "slings And Arrows Of Outrageous Romance"

I Stole That From Willy The Shake!

You Know--"Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be"

Romeo, Romeo Talk To Me!



Is Your Silence That Golden?

Are You Comfortable In It?

Is It The Key To Your Freedom

Or Is It The Bars On Your Prison?

Are You Gagged By Your Ribbons?

Are You Really Exclusive Or Just Miserly?

You Spend Every Sentence As If It Was Marked Currency!

Come And Spend Some On Me--

Shut Me Up And Talk To Me!

I'm Always Talking!

Chicken Squawking!

Please Talk To Me