The Keepa - Augie March

What’s wrong, sad Prince?

The body is soft, the heart is cold

You were tongue-in' for danger, but danger bites back

It only lays down for the reckless and you weren’t never bold

— Think of all you’d never do…

Now it sits next to you on the bus, it joins you in the elevator

Nothing good is kept for later

You should never have let it through to the Keepa

In old Brazil there is a breach upon the earth they call «The Sigh»

Where the gods all hang their washing out to dry

Where strange birds fly, and giants go to die

I heard you went there for the quiet

Well I wasn’t asking why

— It was all that you could do…

Now it sits next to you on the bus, it joins you in the elevator

Nothing good is kept for later

You should never have let it through to the Keepa

In the afternoon a weary sun beats a pallor too soon

About the broken tooth hell-mouth of your room

You slide into a sleep, O to dreaming of a sweet talk

To wilt beneath a whisper — «No regrets sad Prince»

— Not for all you’ll never do…

Now it sits next to you on the bus, it joins you in the elevator

Nothing good is kept for later

You should never have let it through to the Keepa