Living Life by Candlelight

“All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they’re quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name “ – Bob Dylan, 1965

It goes unspoken,
But sometimes it’s written
Delivered by an electric horseman
Riding a Siamese kitten

It’s always been understood
By those who’re in the know
The zombies don’t often believe it
‘Cuz it doesn’t often show

Their life is led by candlelight
They don’t know who to trust
As they spend the night in the tub
Watching their toy trains rust

Don Juan’s sitting next to Lola
Playing hard to get
Holding out for younger flesh
As he drinks himself to debt

Lola envies the Zulu princess
‘Cuz baby got more back than he do
But she don’t pay him no mind no how
As she paints the building blue

Byron and Shelley are arguing again
Over whose turn it is to speak
Lola’s about to come unglued
‘Cuz Juan’s been visiting the Superfreak

Byron’s writing Layla a letter
To explain why Shelley can’t play
While Shelley’s sending a postcard
To explain why Byron couldn’t stay

The zombies want our secret
So that they to can be like us
But if they don’t wise up soon
They’re liable to miss the Magic Bus

13 July 1995