The Ballad of Harry Noryb - The Verlaines

This is hell playing madman on the stage

But a different kind of idiot wrote this play

And it isn’t even relevant today

And my being splits, one half walks out and sits

In the audience and grins

All the time getting drunk as he orates

And he’s swallowed in a sea of sated eyes

He has a most peculiar way to say goodbye

And he hates, he lies, he’s dreaming alibis

As homeward he glides

And there’s love in those loins that dance on the floor

And happiness drips from the tap on the bar

Reminds me of a place in God knows where

Where too many changes occurred by far

And maybe for him and me both it’s fake

These surrogate brothers won’t drink too late

And it reminds me of how the immigrant runs

My Romans, my countrymen didn’t show up

He’s a sailor, he’s been betrayed

From over the sea that never was…

He’s more than just an immigrant that’s been betrayed

From over the sea that never was…

He’s more than just an immigrant

He’s a sailor in an airplane…