From the recording Friends & Other Strangers

Lyrics

OR SO I'M HOPING
(Rick Lugg)

Gore Vidal is looking at me
From the pages of the Sunday paper
He owns a villa in Italy
There's still fruit from his labor
With his acid tongue and his jaundiced eye
He knows more truth than you or I
At least he's working...

Leonard Cohen extends his vision
Welcomes me to the land of the lost
With a gentle smile, a trace of derision
This isn't the first time our paths have crossed
With his razor blades and his sense of duty
And his slavery to the figures of beauty
He keeps me going...

And I ain't dead yet
Though I ain't that young
Some things ain't been said yet
That need my tongue
Or so I'm hoping

Charles Bukowski roams my libido
Knows me better than I know myself
With his ugly features and his grotesque creatures
This book don't even deserve a shelf
Cause where he hits I don't want to admit
That such a delicate snit could be a part of this shit
But I'm only human...

And I ain't dead yet
Though I ain't that young
Some things ain't been said yet
That need my tongue
Or so I'm hoping...