Charles Bukowski - Cornered lyrics
[Charles Bukowski - Cornered lyrics]
This: old talent gone fumbling for the word
Hearing the dark footsteps, I turn
Look behind me
Not yet, old dog… soon enough
Now they sit talking about
Me: "yes, it’s happened, he’s finished… it’s
Sad…"
"he never had a great deal, did he?"
"well, no, but now…"
Now they are celebrating my demise
In taverns I no longer frequent
Now i drink alone
At this malfunctioning machine
As the shadows assume shapes
I fight the slow retreat
Now my once-promise
Dwindling dwindling
Now lighting more cigarettes
Pouring new drinks
It has been a beautiful fight
Still is