Charles Bukowski - New Mexico lyrics
[Charles Bukowski - New Mexico lyrics]
I was fairly drunk when it
Began and I took out my bottle and used it
Along the way i was reading
A week or two after
Kandel and I did not look quite as
Pretty but i brought it off and we
Ended up at the Webbs, 6, 8, 10 of
Us, and I drank scotch, wine, beer, tequila
And noticed a nice one sitting next to me -
One tooth missing when she smiled
Lovely, and I put my arm around her
And began loading her with bullshit
When I awakened at 10 am the next morning
I was in a strange house in bed with this
Woman she was asleep but looked familiar
I got up and here was one
Kid running around in a
Crib and another one running
Around the floor in
Pajamas i picked up a letter addressed to one
"Betsy R", so I went back and said
"hey Betsy
There are kids running around all over
This place" "oh Hank, damn it, I'm sick
I want to sleep, Not
Rap" "but look, the "
"make yourself some coffee"
I put the pot on and the
Little boy ran up in his
Pajamas i found a shirt and
Some pants and some shoes and
Dressed him
Then I cleaned a bottle with hot water
Filled it
With milk and gave it to the kid in the
Crib he went for it
Then I went in and squeezed her
Hand "I've got to go are you all right?"
"yes, a little sick but please don't feel
Bad"
I called a yellow cab and we went back across
Town is this what happened to
D thomas? I thought
If a man didn't think too much he
Could be proud of his little conquests -
Except that the women were better
Than we - asking nothing
As we squirted our poetry our bullshit our
Sperm to them
We were sick poets sick people
Across town I knocked on the
Door of my host and hostess
"what happened?" they asked
"nothing got lost"
They sat a beer in front of me
And I drank it as if I were wordly:
A piece-of-ass any-night
Anywhere type
"somebody got a cigarette?" I asked
"sure, sure" i lit up and asked
"heard from Creely lately?"
Not giving a damn whether they had or not
Began and I took out my bottle and used it
Along the way i was reading
A week or two after
Kandel and I did not look quite as
Pretty but i brought it off and we
Ended up at the Webbs, 6, 8, 10 of
Us, and I drank scotch, wine, beer, tequila
And noticed a nice one sitting next to me -
One tooth missing when she smiled
Lovely, and I put my arm around her
And began loading her with bullshit
When I awakened at 10 am the next morning
I was in a strange house in bed with this
Woman she was asleep but looked familiar
I got up and here was one
Kid running around in a
Crib and another one running
Around the floor in
Pajamas i picked up a letter addressed to one
"Betsy R", so I went back and said
"hey Betsy
There are kids running around all over
This place" "oh Hank, damn it, I'm sick
I want to sleep, Not
Rap" "but look, the "
"make yourself some coffee"
I put the pot on and the
Little boy ran up in his
Pajamas i found a shirt and
Some pants and some shoes and
Dressed him
Then I cleaned a bottle with hot water
Filled it
With milk and gave it to the kid in the
Crib he went for it
Then I went in and squeezed her
Hand "I've got to go are you all right?"
"yes, a little sick but please don't feel
Bad"
I called a yellow cab and we went back across
Town is this what happened to
D thomas? I thought
If a man didn't think too much he
Could be proud of his little conquests -
Except that the women were better
Than we - asking nothing
As we squirted our poetry our bullshit our
Sperm to them
We were sick poets sick people
Across town I knocked on the
Door of my host and hostess
"what happened?" they asked
"nothing got lost"
They sat a beer in front of me
And I drank it as if I were wordly:
A piece-of-ass any-night
Anywhere type
"somebody got a cigarette?" I asked
"sure, sure" i lit up and asked
"heard from Creely lately?"
Not giving a damn whether they had or not