Charles Bukowski - The Secret of my Endurance lyrics
[Charles Bukowski - The Secret of my Endurance lyrics]
I still get letters in the mail
Mostly from cracked-up
Men in tiny rooms with factory jobs
Or no jobs who are
Living with whores or no woman
At all, no hope, Just
Booze and madness
I get most of their letters on lined paper
Written with an unsharpened pencil or in ink
In tiny handwritings that slants to the left
And the paper is most often torn
Usually halfway up the middle
And they say they like my stuff
I’ve written from where it’s at
They recognize it truly, I’ve given them some
Chance, some recognition of where it's at
It’s true, I was there
Even worse off than most of them
But I wonder if they realize
Where their letter arrives?
Well, it's dropped into a box
On a wire fence
Behind a six-foot hedge and a long driveway
To a two car garage
Rose garden, fruit trees
Animals, a beautiful woman
Mortgage about half
Paid after a years residence, a new car-
Two cars
Fireplace and a green rug two-inches deep
With a young boy to write my stuff now
I keep him in a ten-foot square cage with a
Typewriter, feed him whiskey and raw whores
Belt buckle him pretty good three
Or four times a week
I’m 60 years old now and the critics say
My stuff is getting better than ever
Mostly from cracked-up
Men in tiny rooms with factory jobs
Or no jobs who are
Living with whores or no woman
At all, no hope, Just
Booze and madness
I get most of their letters on lined paper
Written with an unsharpened pencil or in ink
In tiny handwritings that slants to the left
And the paper is most often torn
Usually halfway up the middle
And they say they like my stuff
I’ve written from where it’s at
They recognize it truly, I’ve given them some
Chance, some recognition of where it's at
It’s true, I was there
Even worse off than most of them
But I wonder if they realize
Where their letter arrives?
Well, it's dropped into a box
On a wire fence
Behind a six-foot hedge and a long driveway
To a two car garage
Rose garden, fruit trees
Animals, a beautiful woman
Mortgage about half
Paid after a years residence, a new car-
Two cars
Fireplace and a green rug two-inches deep
With a young boy to write my stuff now
I keep him in a ten-foot square cage with a
Typewriter, feed him whiskey and raw whores
Belt buckle him pretty good three
Or four times a week
I’m 60 years old now and the critics say
My stuff is getting better than ever