i choose my friends only far too well

i'm up on the pavement, they're all down in the cellar

with their government grants and my i.q.

they brought me down to size, academia blues



louise is a girl, i know her well

she's up on the pavement, yes she's a weather girl

and i'm staying up here so i may be undone

she's inappropriate, but then she's much more fun and



when she smiles my way

my eyes go out in vain

she's got perfect skin



shame on you, you've got no sense of grace, shame on me

ah just in case i might come to a conclusion

other than that which is absolutely necessary

and that's perfect skin



louise is the girl with the perfect skin

she says turn on the light, otherwise it can't be seen

she's got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin

and she's sexually enlightened by cosmopolitan and



when she smiles my way

my eyes go out in vain

for her perfect skin

yeah that's perfect skin



she takes me down to the basement to look at her slides

of her family life, pretty weird at times

at the age of ten she looked like greta garbo

and i loved her then, but how was she to know that



when she smiles my way

my eyes go out in vain

she's got perfect skin



up eight flights of stairs to her basement flat

pretty confused huh, being shipped around like that

seems we climbed so high now we're down so low

strikes me the moral of this song must be there never has been one

speedboat



julie said we drink far too much coffee

wine and cigarettes and we never get no sleep

i first met them at a riverboat party

both of them were speeding i would say



i lived on the edge of all this indulgence

taking notes and trusting in prudence

julie said to jim why don't we jump in

while the water is cool and we are still friends



some say that they o.d.'d on leonard cohen

well i can see that river whenever i think about them

the river is cruel and the water is deep and blue



i was working then on my great unfinished novel

"please let introduce myself my name is ronald"

i was okay there until i lost my cool

now let me introduce you to the rest of the crew



it wasn't my style to find surf in my eye

it was much more my style to find sand in my eyes



though there is absolutely no truth to be discovered

albeit truth then is nothing to be found

we academics are not easily discouraged

lloyd you know wits they come three to the pound

julie said to jim look at the state we're in

it was never her intention to conclude anything



it wasn't my style to find surf in my eye

it was much more my style to find sand in my eyes

it was just not my style to find surf in my eye

it was much more my style to get sand kicked in my eyes

sand in my eyes