Cambodge

A blind man turned to face me
and the Buddha in the back of a truck
I don’t know why he chose to grace me
with a look
but it stuck

And the Buddha said,
‘Don’t follow me’
And the blind man said,
‘Then set me free’

There’s a buffalo in the basement
and a paddy at the bar getting drunk.
He said, ‘If they don’t find a replacement
with my luck
I’ll be sunk.’

And the barman said,
‘I’m seeing red
‘Cause I’ve just been told
my tiger’s dead.
And my freehold over the ocean’s
gone to seed.’

There are angels under the arches
and every one of them wants to fuck.
And the legless man as he lurches
in the dark
tries his luck.

And the angel says,
‘You can marry me.’
And the legless man
says, ‘Set me free.’

You say remember when
back in old Phnom Penh
but that was now
and this is then
and your freedom’s floating skyward
on the breeze.

Talking about it herself

Attitudes and affiliations
are a constant cause
of callous consternation
in this tough-taking town
in this alienation
she’s pretending she’s down
on the situation
she don’t

don’t know but she’s talking about it herself
don’t know but what she’s talking about is herself

She claims she’s the cause of its condemnation
but her ladylike whisper was its inspiration
she’s the guiding light of a generation
but it’s whispered she’s the plight
of half the world’s population
she don’t

don’t know but she’s talking about it herself
don’t know but what she’s talking about is herself