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Red Lipped StrangerHer creep crawls the narrow stairway of the Candlelight Motel to watch for her from a window. Rethinking his infatuation but clinging to his vision of her as the red lipped stranger. Downstairs the desk clerk's cat slithers through the service entrance. The vampirate on a motorbike passes below to the westbound bridge werewolf on her back. Jennifer at riverbend Songtextewatches gunboats smacks her foot on the bright red clay. Jennifer gives good lyric she wrote this poem she's no bum. But she's not there on the other side of the greenish wall. Through a three-inch-wall he hears bedsprings rattle rustle of dry-hump, some guy's mumbles. Hears the fat blonde waitress whip it in bondage the sounds lull him to sleep. The hand of Uncle Sugar still taking notes as a new standard bearer hands out trophies to the winners. His trillion dollar gash flakes from the bone as gravity tears a pound of dust. Clings to a picture book the missing part of himself as if perpetually anchored to his invisible erection. At Lucky Seven Lounge she tries not to reveal herself but she stubbornly clutches her empty shoes. Something seems missing in the broad daylight when the details are displayed. All that remains are her flat black hat her oversized lantern her broken laptop. No poor boy on the street can speak of her or the island on the river. Or about her return... her resurrection. Aus Songtexte Mania