paige turned

and mcvandal fell:

Watch her out there on display
Dancing in her sleepy way
And all her visions start to play
The icicles of our decay, Marlene
Drink it to Marlene

Fading flowers in her hair
She's suffering from wear and tear
She lies in waterfalls of dreams
And doesn't question what it means, Marlene
We drink it to Marlene

And all along the desert shore
She wanders further evermore
The only thing that's left to try
She says to live I have to die, Marlene
We drink it to Marlene
Marlene
We drink it to Marlene

She whispers sadly, "Well I might"
And holds herself so very tight
Then jumping from an unknown height
She merges with the liquid night, Marlene
Marlene
We drink it to Marlene

Her lovers wrap her mist in furs
And tell her what she has is hers
But when they take her by the hand
She slips back in the desert sand
Our Marlene
We drink it to Marlene
Marlene

But what she leaves is made of glass
And lovers worship as they pass
And each one says, "Well, now she's mine"
But all drink solitary wine
Marlene
Marlene

Fare thee well
Fare thee well

somewhere the sundances
and the snow falls
or just sits on the floor
some stars come out but most do not
mortals come out to play
feel mighty big as they buy their licenses
and pretend to be important
they gather at functions
where no one knows any 1
and care even less about the ones they don't know
most just shop
shop for chop off the olde chopping block
and rip someone off as they get carried aloft
some make it
some do not
most sit in cabs
and hide from the cold
huddled to get her
befuddled but bold
more glitz and more biz more than enough people to say yes
like beastly tentacles something may emerge
a leviathan of marketing or from a spark of imagination
something new may arise and give it all meaning