I proudly present Viola XTC born to be
the essence
of love-lorn
I created her as diva
she emerged from my lab
all sensual and fab…
I am Dr Trettinenstein
she is my queen, my alter Caroline.
A production of mine.
A dramatic persona
a vehicle of glamour
full of drive
I’m her careful owner.
She is a torch songstress
performing sweet blue artifice
made with kisses and steel
to move you
make you feel real.
She is your vehicle.
I proudly present Viola XTC born to be
the essence
of love-lorn
I created her as diva
she emerged from my lab
all sensual and fab…
I am Dr Trettinenstein
she is my queen, my alter Caroline.
A production of mine.
A dramatic persona
a vehicle of glamour
full of drive
I’m her careful owner.
She is a torch songstress
performing sweet blue artifice
made with kisses and steel
to move you
make you feel real.
She is your vehicle.
we make up our voices
to carry you
we’re long distance drivers
of the almost true
pulling drama out of the air waves
taking you for a ride
parading our insides
with a dreamer’s pride
we are vehicles
we are vehicles
driving to find out who you are
we transport you far
to the mirror of the stars
but our lives unravel
like drunks in a bar
as we heal your wounds
we hurt from the scars
we are vehicles
we are vehicles of the almost true
we crash that’s what we do
we break down in our lonely cars
driving you to the mirror of the stars
we are chariots of fire
Candle in the wind?
You would have called that a shit song?
You turned your back on jazz to make the hit
that’s where it all went wrong.
You were a brilliant force
caught up in a tragic course
at every turn trapped
by your fatal burning source.
And now it’s the dead poet’s fame parade
that lame narcissism game of charades
that hooks the young into early graves
into the happy valley of shade.
The sharks in the oil industry of music
sharpened their teeth on you.
And hungry audiences had their fill and ate you up until they were sick.
The journalists went in for the kill.
The world should learn to
leave extraordinary talent alone
let it be nurtured gently, home-grown
to find its own natural way home.
Amy, you were a beautiful creature
of poetry and deep song
and though you did not live long
you took our hearts by storm and took the world on.
Sleep With Me…now
Sleep With Me…for the first time
Sleep With Me…now
Sleep With Me…for the first time