Central Park Blues - Ultimate Painting

Drop me off at 66, emerging from the wilderness

The feel of freedom overwhelmed me

I wandered lonely, looking up

Thinking of the space that I took up

In my relationship with all apparent dimensions

I cut across the Central Park, 45 hours of light and dark

I had to make the most of them and

The problem’s just like in the films with frozen

Given in a glaze of haze of snow and smog and my bad eyesight so

I killed an hour by going to see John Lennon’s house

And where he got away from me and you and nothing’s real

I took a cab from west to east and men did wrong

I walked and slipped and slide across the ice and feel the trees then

I bumped into a girl I knew, wearing black and singing songs

We both knew were about me and a deeper found regret

The time is wrong, I’d set it fast

She said she knew I left her up in Harlem after crushing cigarettes

OK

I want to be alone with you

I want to do the things you do

You always do

Feeling deeply shaken and then breaking my own rule

I went into a tiki bar on 1st Avenue

Writing in a notebook and being very English

I attracted the attentions of a real couple

They asked me if I’d join them to society engagements

So I answered that I would and then we split

They lived around the corner

I heard something about a dress and plastic costumes and then something about a

Duchess

The shop was such a trip, I spent an hour flipping taxis

Got big shout with a man called Captain Bodybag

OK

I want to be alone with you

I want to do the things you do

You always do

Comedians, comedians, comedians, comedians

Comedians try and making me laugh

But I’ve never been to see one

And I don’t think that I will again

I’d rather drink or dance and try and laugh

Taking in another bar and feeling very fragile

I had visions in the house from Eyes Wide Shut

But like a lost bike penny in a city where there’s many

We met up and sang and talked about the fugs so

I figured I was in and we’d move on and we’d take on the Bowery

Many close collisions, we got a cab

We drove into the darkness, New York City in the distance

I bet ghosts had started peeling back the layers

OK

I want to be alone with you

I want to do the things you do

You always do

Sank into the seat and felt the fabric tried to eat

My body and my head and seem that I’d been schooled

And then, I thought whatever

That I’d I had a healthy inning

I just lied there thinking to myself it looked cool so

I wish I had the nerve, I said I wish I had the nerve

To shake this ambient 'n appreciate this bridge but

Peace on you I said

I hope you get some when you’re dead

And you just sand said it is what it is

I want to be alone with you

I want to do the things you do

You always do