Charles Bukowski - Two kinds of love lyrics
[Charles Bukowski - Two kinds of love lyrics]
I sat in the same bar for 7 years, from 5 am
(the day bartender let me in 2 hours early)
To 2 am
Sometimes I didn't even remember going back
To my room
It were as if I were sitting on the barstool
Forever
I had no money but the drinks kept arriving
To them I wasn't the bar clown
But the bar fool
But at times a fool will find a greater
Fool to admire him
And it was a crowded
Place actually, I had a viewpoint:
I was waiting for something extraordinary to
Happen
But as the years wasted on
Nothing ever did unless I caused it:
Broken bar mirrors, a fight with a 7 foot
Giant, a dalliance with a lesbian
Many things like the ability to call a
Spade a spade and to
Settle arguments that I did not
Begin and etc and etc and etc
One day I just upped and left the place
Like that
And I began to drink alone
And I found the company quite all right
Then, as if the gods were
Bored with my peace at
Heart, knocks began upon my door: ladies
The gods had sent the ladies to the fool
And the ladies arrived one at a
Time and when it ended with one
The gods immediately -without allowing
Me any respite -sent another
And each began as a flash of
Miracle -even the bed -and the good ended up
Bad
My fault, of course, yes
That's what they told me
But I remembered the 7 years in the bar
I hardly ever bedded down with anybody
The gods just won't let a man drink alone
They are jealous of
His simple strength and salvation
They will send the lady
Knocking upon that door
I remember all those cheap hotels
It were as if the women
Were one: the delicate little rap
On the wood and then:
"oh, I heard you playing that
Music on your radiowe're
Neighbors, I'm down at 603 but I've
Never even seen you in the hall"
"come on in"
And there go your balls and your sanctity
Men's Liberation they say, is not needed
And then you remember the bar
When you walked up behind the 7
Foot giant and knocked his
Cowboy hat off his head, yelling:
"I'll bet you sucked your mother's
Nipples until you were 12 years old!"
Somebody in the bar saying:
"hey sir, forget it, He's a mental
Case, he's an asshole
He doesn't know what he is saying!"
"I know EXACTLY what I am saying
And I'll say it again:
I'll bet you sucked"
He won but you didn't die
Not at all the way you died when the
Gods arranged to get all those ladies
Knocking and you went for
The first flash of miracle
The other fight was more fair: he was slow
Stupid and even a
Little bit frightened and it went well
For quite a good while
Just like with the ladies those gods sent
The difference being
I thought I had a chance with the ladies
(the day bartender let me in 2 hours early)
To 2 am
Sometimes I didn't even remember going back
To my room
It were as if I were sitting on the barstool
Forever
I had no money but the drinks kept arriving
To them I wasn't the bar clown
But the bar fool
But at times a fool will find a greater
Fool to admire him
And it was a crowded
Place actually, I had a viewpoint:
I was waiting for something extraordinary to
Happen
But as the years wasted on
Nothing ever did unless I caused it:
Broken bar mirrors, a fight with a 7 foot
Giant, a dalliance with a lesbian
Many things like the ability to call a
Spade a spade and to
Settle arguments that I did not
Begin and etc and etc and etc
One day I just upped and left the place
Like that
And I began to drink alone
And I found the company quite all right
Then, as if the gods were
Bored with my peace at
Heart, knocks began upon my door: ladies
The gods had sent the ladies to the fool
And the ladies arrived one at a
Time and when it ended with one
The gods immediately -without allowing
Me any respite -sent another
And each began as a flash of
Miracle -even the bed -and the good ended up
Bad
My fault, of course, yes
That's what they told me
But I remembered the 7 years in the bar
I hardly ever bedded down with anybody
The gods just won't let a man drink alone
They are jealous of
His simple strength and salvation
They will send the lady
Knocking upon that door
I remember all those cheap hotels
It were as if the women
Were one: the delicate little rap
On the wood and then:
"oh, I heard you playing that
Music on your radiowe're
Neighbors, I'm down at 603 but I've
Never even seen you in the hall"
"come on in"
And there go your balls and your sanctity
Men's Liberation they say, is not needed
And then you remember the bar
When you walked up behind the 7
Foot giant and knocked his
Cowboy hat off his head, yelling:
"I'll bet you sucked your mother's
Nipples until you were 12 years old!"
Somebody in the bar saying:
"hey sir, forget it, He's a mental
Case, he's an asshole
He doesn't know what he is saying!"
"I know EXACTLY what I am saying
And I'll say it again:
I'll bet you sucked"
He won but you didn't die
Not at all the way you died when the
Gods arranged to get all those ladies
Knocking and you went for
The first flash of miracle
The other fight was more fair: he was slow
Stupid and even a
Little bit frightened and it went well
For quite a good while
Just like with the ladies those gods sent
The difference being
I thought I had a chance with the ladies