DISENGAGE

Mrs Marion is strict with her servant
Behind locked doors over coffee they speak
They speak to my sister my parents
And I'm trying hard not to shriek
Disengage
Disengage
Disengage 

She decodes my secrets my fragments
I'd create any betrayal for their sake
She asks me to wait in the hallway
Where I'm doing my best not to shake
Disengage
Disengage
Disengage 

Muttering words to her for convenience
I start to head for the door
Mrs Marion screams over my shoulder
Walking out's just another metaphor

CHICAGO

I smile like Chicago
She laughs like the breeze
I try so hard to charm her
With minor mysteries
I collide with her softness
With whispers and pleas
Echoes of the movements
Delicate obscenties 

It's a one quarter rain dance
Half of it's prayer
It's a simplest romance
Rattles high in the air
She's the gentlest pretender
I'm a clown on a spree
Still it's sweet to remember
The way it might be 

I smile like Chicago

I MAY NOT HAVE ENOUGH OF ME
BUT I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU

That is the way it is because it is that way 
It is that way in that it is the way it is 
In the way that it is that way that is the way it is 
In the way that that is the way that is the way it is that isit is the
way 
Or, that it is that way is the way it is 
The way it is that is the way it is 
In that it is the way it is is because it is that way 
Or that it is the way that it is is the way that it is that 
That is the way that it is the way that it is is the way thatit is that
way 

I may not have enough of me but I've had enough of you

TONK

Entering the pattern
Template for escape
Engaged in a transition
From the trembles to the shakes

Holding in the pattern
Dragged up by the nape
Habit like a doctrine
Where mechanics are all staid

When the rail's become a deep rut
Best start breaking some taboos
Dazed, walking hand in hand
Through the clobbering machine

Lost without a clue

Re-entering the pattern
The final escapade
The cycle flies right off the deep end
Free flow thoughts to fade

TROPPO

There's a strangeness on the block
Shifting movement in half light
Around the bend
Boxing 5 o'clock

Sequence stumbles into sequence
Through a waking state of wailing walls
Feel the tension in the eyes
Hooded for the strike

Glissade behind
Tiptoeing, take the stride
The roulette wheel spins direction
To the moment that the next step brings

Feel the future in the eyes
A sudden shift in the light
Feel the future in the eyes
A sudden shift in the light

The shadows are still
The instinct's to survive
Breath sharpened into hard prayer
Lost life last movement gone

Les jeux sont fait