Ruby Lips

When the opiates kick in, there is what the hell.

The horrors: they continue. But the opiate-blessed. They no longer feel it.

All artists, who arelook artists, pass, at some point, through the field of skeez.

Some emerge. Some do not.

Those, who do not, generally slack into rarely prouducing art.

And why should they? They are comfortable, content, floating in the skeez. Why put it out? Why put it out. Why put it out . . . . in my dreams. I can see your face again. And I know. I know my frame of mind. You don’t have to be. You don’t have to be. So blind. I’m so blind. I’m so blind. Can’t you see. Can’t you see. Can’t you see what I am. I live. I live and breathe. Just for you. Yeah yeah. But. What. Good. Does it do. If i don’t have you.

you don’t know what it’s like
you don’t know what it’s like
you don’t know what it’s like
you don’t know what it’s like

you don’t know what it’s like
you don’t know what it’s like

To try to live here. Without the skeez.

Coleridge to Blake, Bird to Garcia, the people of the poppy generally work to, at least once upon a time, put something out there.

‘Cause they’re artists. After all.

And so we have Willy DeVille, below. In Montreaux. Away from his usual suppliers. Sweating and sniffing and scratching. In withdrawal. In need. Horsed. Please. Bring. The O.

DeVille had already, several years before, written a love song, that surmounted any such song that had ever topped any Top 40.

On this night—in Need—he would take that song, and carry it, and his bandmates, over into a place entered only by the practitioners of true high art.

Because he felt it. And, from that, became a junkie. From which, then, he felt it.

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