The House That Jack Kerouac Built – The Go-Betweens
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You and I together with nothing showing at all In a darkened cinema, I’ll give you pleasure in the stalls Want to give you tenderness and my affection too If it’s through clenched teeth, that’s what you driven me to
I want us to be lovers I want us to be friends Want it like, it’s the living end Keep me away from her
With your kittens on the patchwork quilt Oh no, what am I doing here, in the house Jack Kerouac built There’s white magic and bad rock’n’roll Your friend there says, he’s the gatekeeper to my soul
The velvet curtains, the Chinese bell With friends like these, you’re damned as well Keep me away from her
Shake off your despondency and your country girl act You are reading me poetry, that’s Irish, and so black I know you’re warm, the warmest person alive But are you warm, deep down inside?
I want us to be lovers I want us to be friends Want it like, the world crumbles and then it ends Keep me away from her
Baby, I’m lonely You’re on the road with a bad crowd