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  1. Zelda

From the recording Zelda

Written during a writer's block at Oscar Hammerstein's former home at Montego Bay in Jamaica.

Lyrics

In Oscar’s house there’s no one home
My mind’s got too much room to roam
I should’ve brought a metronome
Just to mark the time
And every cliché I abuse
Just seems to make me more confused
Perhaps I simply need more booze
Just to make a rhyme

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Oh Zelda, would you walk with me
Oh Zelda, would set me free
Oh Zelda, would you let me be with you

Well, I sit here in my despair
Then I see her standing there
In an old tee shirt and her underwear
What a pretty sight
I speak of sirens on the shore
In a sad attempt at metaphor
Maybe for an hour or more
We could make it right

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Zelda let me see you smile
Come take my hand, we’ll stroll another mile
It really doesn’t matter what we do
As long as I’m with you for a little while

Now I thought tunes would spring divine
Here in the house of Hammerstein
Come on, give me a sign
And help this along
And while I should be spinning words
My poetry gets more absurd
I rehash old songs I’ve heard
Just writing wrongs

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