I saw you last on Clinton Street
you were a tabloid spy for a magazine
you lived in alleyways and chambre de bonnes
and you only took your clothes off for men on the run
you said a storm approaches riding on an avalanche
the oxygen in Lancaster Square’s been siphoned off by men with masks
people look ugly
when you’ve seen too many movies
every hillside is scarred
by all the things that we discard


it’s a long call
from a radio ocean
I want an honest bargain
for the sea
mendacity in the coils of each communication
turn your phone off
and talk to me


I met with you down Shylock Way
you were a blogosphere trying scalp the next toupee
and you said my name is not Helena
I think you’ve caught the wrong impression
there’s identity theft and then there’s facial alteration
the world’s a splintered splinter
we’ve got so much and yet we hunger
we’ve lost our axle and our mother
that’s why we’re so cruel to each other
gonna be a bad break
a really really really bad break
what happens when the toilets clog?
what happens when there’s no more steak?


it’s a long call
from a radio ocean
I want an honest bargain
for the sea
sea monster sucks its syrup
from the earth’s harpooned marrow
the river of dinosaurs
and the debts we flee


take this micro disk
across the Aliosha bridge
it’s a picture of the queen
freebasing Vaseline
I think I can get a lot for it
I think I can get a lot for it

there are toxic felons in So SoHo
fashionistas and the ad men hocking logos
still the soul is a pure thing in a pure limbo
my heart is a pulpy planet dangling from gravity’s rainbow
I see true bones in a dying city
true bones in an avalanche
I’m just taking all the messages from the people in the back
and let’s make this song a movie
you gotta make a movie Christine
call it the naked mind that awakes
inside the naked mind that awakes


it’s a long call from the radio ocean
and there’s a raffle going for each tree
cigarettes and alphabets
in the radio ocean
drift past the crying elephants
come back to me