“and the rain went rollin down the windowpanes, and the shadows wiggled n' squiggled on her check and forehead like black veins.”
“There's a black Mercedes rollin' through the combat zone Your servants are half dead; you're down to the boneTell me, tall man, where would you like to be overthrownMaybe down in Jerusalem or Argentina?Angelina”
“I was the shadow of the waxwing slain/By the false azure in the windowpane...”
“We're kissing in the rain.' Her voice was hard and soft at the same time. Like the velvet armchairs. Like the black rain inked on his hand.”
“My Mommy likes to wiggle And it really makes me giggle. The music keeps her moving And she's smiling as she's grooving.She goes...Wiggle, wiggle to the left; wiggle to the right, Wiggle, wiggle, jiggle, jiggle - Dancing through the night...”
“Tricky the paths a long love might follow, like the spiral down twists of a raindrop on a windowpane.”