Mr. Verlaine, guitarist and songwriter for the 1970's band Television, has kept a low profile since he became the unlikely guitar god of the punk era, playing not rapid-fire bursts but, in counterpoint with his band mate Richard Lloyd's guitar, sharp, sinuous improvisations more akin to free jazz than the Ramones. Patti Smith once described his sound as "like a thousand bluebirds screaming."
I remember how the darkness doubled
I recall lightning struck itself
I was listening, listening to the rain
I was hearing, hearing something else
Life in the hive puckered up my night
The kiss of death, the embrace of life
There I stand 'neath the Marquee Moon
Just waiting
I spoke to a man down at the tracks
And I asked him how he don't go mad
He said "Look here junior, don't you be so happy
And for Heaven's sake, don't you be so sad"
And I asked him how he don't go mad
He said "Look here junior, don't you be so happy
And for Heaven's sake, don't you be so sad"
Life in the hive puckered up my night,
The kiss of death, the embrace of life.
There I stand neath the Marquee Moon
Hesitating
Well a Cadillac, it pulled out of the graveyard
Pulled up to me, all they said, "Get in"
Then the Cadillac, it puttered back into the graveyard
Me, I got out again
Life in the hive puckered up my night,
The kiss of death, the embrace of life.
There I stand neath the Marquee Moon
I ain't waiting
I remember how the darkness doubled
I recall lightning struck itself
I was listening, listening to the rain
I was hearing, hearing something else
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