I can see cocteau dining with picasso I can see warhol photographing nico Yeah yeah yeah I was never there I only read the book I only saw the film I only dreamed the dream Until you and me...
I can hear bukowski Read aloud to john fante And there goes allen in love with manhattan
You, you and me, We're some kind of stars In some kind of film In some kind of love And the stage is made of These streets we run down And the beds we love on Remember this when times get tough And times are tough.
So you reckon pasolini Was in love with fellini Yeah, well tell it to the landlord As he's kicking down our door And it's so chic to be poor And we should speak french more And i'll be quoting poetry When they finally sentence me No, no, no
We were never there We only say the play We only watched the film We only dreamed the dream Until you and me...
Let me put my arm around your shoulder You've been down Tonight we're looking older Let's buy cheap booze And run through these backstreets You be cleopatra and i'm mark antony
