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Street Talk
Street talk
Street talk
You can smell the people
Tell what they've been thinking
You can feel their clothing
Know what they've been drinking
Oh, a hot rod Lincoln
And if you watch them walk
(You) can tell where they have been
You might even understand
(All the) ways that they have sinned
Summer has barely started -
She can feel him filling firm
Autumn's coming is far, far off
She'll make him wait his turn
If you listen to them talk
Hear everything they've heard
You might just be able to
Memorize every word
Theatre is absurd
But if you watch their eyes
And lead them where they go
You will see what they have seen
You'll know what they think they know
And Summer's got a groove on now
And sturdy in her hands
Autumn bids her to her knees
She smiles, she understands
And if you rest your head
In the places they have slept
You learn a bit about their dreams
And promises they have kept
Theory so inept
And when the night is glowing
And everything seems calm
The river's deep, overflowing
And lovers share their charms
And Summer's nearly finished
She can taste the season's flow
She's begging now for Autumn
Holding back and letting go
And on the last night of Summer
All the boys and girls
Have changed out all their outfits
To wave away their world
This knuckle to be knurled
And when they get to where they're going
They wander in the rain
The rest the last, they never know
If they'll feel Summer again
And Autumn's finished coming
You can taste him on her breath
She's bending over, falling now
She squeals a little death
(No hurry she's still wet)
And then it's over, now we'll sweep
Pile these rocks, a filling heard
Herringbone, these empty streets
Too little thought, too many words
You'd like the answer first
Fewer words, more pages turned
We find our ages in this world
Amidst these gems - this weather swirls
Pressed for time, we miss our girl
We miss, we miss, we miss our girl
9/5/2025
© Huw Powell printed 24 November 2025file location: www.humanthoughts.org/street_talk.htm
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