Talk to Me

There was a moon and a street lamp

I didn't know I drank such a lot

'Till I pissed a tequila-anaconda

The full length of the parking lot

Oh, I talk too loose

Again, I talk too open and free

I pay a high price for my open talking

Like you do for your silent mystery

Come and talk to me

Please talk to me

Talk to me, talk to me

Mr. Mystery

(Ooh, ooh-ooh)

We could talk about Martha

We could talk about landscapes

I'm not above gossip, but I'll sit on a secret

Where honour is at stake

Or we could talk about power

About Jesus, and Hitler, and Howard Hughes

Or Charlie Chaplin's movies

Or Bergman's Nordic blues

Please just talk to me

Any old theme you choose

Just come and talk to me

Mr. Mystery, talk to me

You could talk like a fool, I'd listen

You could talk like a sage

Anyway, the best of my mind

All goes down on the strings and the page

That mind picks up all these pictures

It still gets my feet up to dance

Even though it's covered with keloids

From the "slings and arrows of outrageous romance"

I stole that from Willy the Shake

You know, "neither a borrower nor a lender be"

Romeo, Romeo, talk to me

Is your silence that golden?

Are you comfortable in it?

Is it the key to your freedom?

Or is it the bars on your prison?

Are you gagged by your ribbons?

Are you really exclusive or just miserly?

You spend every sentence as if it was marked currency

Come and spend some on me

Shut me up and talk to me

I'm always talking

Chicken squawking

Please talk to me

Ooh-oh, talk to me

Ooh-oh, ooh, ooh