Wasteland – Dan Bern – letras

I saw the best of my generation playing pinballMake-up on, all caked upLooking like some kind of china dollWith all of Adolf Hitler’s moves down coldAs they stood up in frontOf a rock and roll bandAnd always moving upward and ever upwardTo this gentle golden promised landWith the smartest of them allMoonlighting as a word processorAnd the strongest of them allChecking IDs outside a saloonAnd the prettiest of allTaking off her clothesIn front of menWhose eyes look like they were in some little hick townNear OmahaWatching the police chiefRun his car off the side of a bridgeI saw a men with dreamsLike the ones I’d hadBeg quarters outside the Seven-ElevenTill it got so they didn’t affect me anymoreThan the mailboxes I’d passed’Cept that sometimesI’d put somthing in the mailboxI’d had the wind at my backNow I felt it cold in my faceAnd for an awful long time nowYou were the only one who everCalled me late at nightAnd I really never noticedTill after you stopped callingAnd the emptinessAnd silenceGot so heavyBroken up in the wastelandBroken up in the promised landBroken up in DisneylandBroken up in the plastic landBroken up in the wastelandBroken up in the wastelandBroken up in the wastelandI saw dead Marilyn MonroeStrung up on every street corner in HollywoodLike some two bit whoreOffering a discount rateAnd I wondered how Joe Dimaggio feltI saw dead James Dean’s ghostWandering the sidewalk looking troubledAnd I wondered how his mama feltI saw signs that said