The Party Song Of Alan D. Zimmer

The Party Song of Mr. Zimmer was a majestic thing--
It floated like driftwood on a surfing wave,
*****Floated over a girl afraid.
She says she'll never make that mistake again,
She's had her share of honey and rusted nails--
*****She's lucky she survived.
It was the saddest song with a happy melody,
Bittersweet like wine, sounding half-a-world away.
The sound from so far took her away,
And she didn't even think of you at all.

The Party Song of Alan D. Zimmer was engulfing;
Swimming in its wake, she choked on the tide/
Colors swirled away and faded to white.
She fell apart by herself, running away upstairs
To the sound of the guitar, the silence,
*****And the black hole.
She just couldn't keep it on the inside anymore--
Stupid bitch--want to get lost, but don't know why--
Sat inside the dark--your life is getting better--
--What's that noise--what are you doing--what's that--?
*****That dream, that movie, that song...

Laughing. Yellow light. Curtains open. Headache.
Oh my God. Was it a dream? Oh my God. Lord.
There is an alarm going off somewhere far away,
And an alarm going off in her head too.
Nothing's done. She feels numb. It slips away.
Walk home. Don't forget your things. Nice to meet you.
*****Fuck you.
Because you're young--she's your gun.

The Party Song of Alan Zimmer doesn't add up.
The sound is pounding, pounding, pounding,
Like her pulse, something's wrong with her--
*****She tastes copper in her mouth.
She just wants to be a kid again--break off this misery.
I wonder how things could have been--everything is fucked.
Dangerous. Never go back. Never the same.
Today has come too late. I think it's today.
The girl is going away. Tickets booked. Don't care.
*****She will never be free.
Ticket to Summerland. Smalltown. Montauk.
*****She will never be free.

But there will always be the song of Mr. Alan D. Zimmer,
Chasing down her heels like a screaming flower.