Augie March - One Crowded Hour Lyrics
Should you expect to see something that you hadn't seenIn somebody you'd known since you were sixteenIf love is a bolt from the blue, then what is that bolt but a glorified screw?And that doesn't hold nothing togetherFar from these nonsense bars and their nowhere music it's making me sickAnd I know it's making you sickThere's nothing there, it's like eating airIt's like drinking gin with nothing else inThat doesn't hold me together.But for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the roomAnd I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloomI thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple JuneBut one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruinNow I know you like your boys to take their medicineFrom the bowl with a silver spoonRun away with the dish and scare the fish by the silvery light of the moonWho were taught from the womb to believe to the tuneIn as far as their bleeding eyes seeIs a pleasure pen, meant for them, built for and rent for themNot for the likes of meNot for the like of you and meAnd for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the roomAnd I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloomI thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple JuneBut one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruinOh but the green-eyed harpy of the songlandShe takes into hers my handShe says, "Boy I know you're lyingOh but then, so am I,"And to this I said "Oh well."They put me in a cage full of lions, I learned to speak lionIn fact I know the language wellI picked it up while I was versing myself in the languages they speak in hellThat night, the silence gave birth to a babyThey took it away to her silent dismayAnd they raised it to be ladyNow she can't keep her mouth shutBut for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the roomAnd I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloomI thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple JuneBut one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruinOne crowded hour, you were the only one in the roomWell I played a few songs for those bumps in the nightIn fact I played this very tuneYou said, "What is this six-stringed instrument but an adolescent doom?"And one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin.
