Love, Arthur, Is A Poodle's Chance Of

Maybe I'd Never See Him Again... Maybe He'd Gone For Good... Swallowed Up, Body And Soul, In The Kind Of Stories You Hear About... Ah, It's An Awful Thing... And Being Young Doesn't Help Any... When You Notice For The First Time... The Way You Lose People As You Go Along ... The Buddies You'll Never See Again... Never Again... When You Notice That They've Disappeared Like Dreams... That It's All Over... Finished... That You Too Will Get Lost Someday... A Long Way Off But Inevitably... In The Awful Torrent Of Things And People... Of The Days And Shapes... That Pass... That Never Stop.

In Circumstances Of Real Tragedy You See Things Straight Away...past, Present, And Future Together.

The Plain Truth, I May As Well Admit It, Is That I've Never Been Really Right In The Head.

The Biggest Defeat In Every Department Of Life Is To Forget, Especially The Things That Have Done You In, And To Die Without Realizing How Far People Can Go In The Way Of Crumminess. When The Grave Lies Open Before Us, Let's Not Try To Be Witty, But Record The Worst Of Human Viciousness We've Seen Without Changing One Word. When That's Done, We Can Curl Up Our Toes And Sink Into The Pit. That's Work Enough For A Lifetime.

In My Room I'd Barely Closed My Eyes When The Blonde From The Movie House Came Along And Sang Her Whole Song Of Sorrow Just For Me. I Helped Her Put Me To Sleep, So To Speak, And Succeeded Pretty Well... I Wasn't Entirely Alone... It's Not Possible To Sleep Alone.