Talk To Me

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