Day Twenty - Lucky Bubo and Pall-ace

Paul Williams - Faust
pressed in 1974

























































i was not myself last night, couldn't set things right, with apologies or flowers

out of place as a cryin' clown, who could only frown, and the play went on for hours
and as i lived my role
i swore i'd sell my soul
for one love (who)
who would stand by me (who would stand by me)
and give me back the gift of laughter (laughter, yeah)
yeah, one love (who)
who would stand by me (who would stand by me)
and after making love we'd dream

a bit of style (dream)
we'd dream a bunch of friends
dream each other's smiles (dream)
and dream it never end

i was not myself last night, in the morning light, i could see the change was showing
like a child who was always poor, reaching out for more, i could feel the hunger growing
and as i lost control
i swore i'd sell my soul
for one love (who)
who would sing my song (who would sing my song)
and fill this emptiness inside me (inside me, yeah)
one love who (who)
would sing my song (who would sing my song)
and lay beside me while we'd dream

a bit of style (dream)
dream a bunch of friends
dream each other's smiles
and dream it never end

all my dreams are lost and I can't sleep
and sleep alone could ease my mind
all my tears have dried and I can't weep
old emotions
may they rest in peace
and dream, dream a bunch of friends (rest in peace)
and dream, dream it never ends








To pretend, I actually do the thing: I have therefore only pretended to pretend.
- Jacques Derrida
























For one whole year he did nothing
but drive,


traveling back and forth across America as he waited for the money to run out. He hadn't expected it to go on that long, but one thing kept leading to another, and by the time Nashe understood what was happening to him, he was past the point of wanting it to end. Three days into the thirteenth month, he met up with the kid who called himself Jackpot. It was one of those random, accidental encounters that seem to materialize out of thin air-a twig that breaks off in the wind and suddenly lands at your feet. Had it occurred at any other moment, it is doubtful that Nashe would have opened his mouth. But because he had already given up, he figured there was nothing to lose anymore, he saw the stranger as a reprieve, as a last chance to do something for himself before it was too late. And just like that, he went ahead and did it. Without the slightest tremor of fear, Nashe closed his eyes and jumped.
-Paul Auster (cut)