Rather than you, she said

I prefer solitude

Rather the company

I prefer cigarrettes



Even Los Angeles 

Suffers occasionally

Do you have somewhere to stay?



But no more love songs

Not for me



I  gave er whisky

And she gave me everything

There was a boy, she said

Beautiful, eloquent

He went to Spain

And where he went, she went



No Joan of Arc

She was broken discarded

And that was a long time ago



Still, no more love songs

No more love songs

stil, you might as well live



I'll drink to harmony

Peace and disarmament

I'll dance the victory waltz



But no more love songs

No more