Transverse City - Stefan Arngrim, Warren Zevon

    Told my little Pollyanna
    There's a place for you and me
    We'll go down to Transverse City
    Life is cheap and Death is free
    Past the condensation silos
    Past the all-night trauma stand
    We'll be there before tomorrow
    Pollyanna take my hand

    Show us endless neon vistas
    Castles made of laser lights
    Take us to the shopping sector
    In the vortex of the night
    Past the shiny mylar towers
    Past the ravaged tenements
    To a place we can't remember
    For a time we won't forget

    Here's the hum of desperation
    Heres the test tube mating call
    Here's the latest carbon cycle
    Here's the clergy of the mall
    Here's the song of shear and torsion
    Here's the bloodbath magazine
    Here's the harvest of contusions
    Here's the narcoleptic dream

    Told my little Pollyanna
    Here's a place where we can stay
    We have come to see tomorrow
    We have given up today
    Down among the dancing quanta
    Everything exists at once
    Up above in Transverse City
    Every weekend lasts for months

    Here's the hum of desperation
    Heres the test tube mating call
    Here's the latest carbon cycle
    Here's the clergy of the mall
    Here's the witness and the victim
    Here's the relatives' remains
    Here's the well-known double helix
    Here's the poisoned waves of grain
    Here's the song of shear and torsion
    Here's the bloodbath magazine
    Here's the harvest of contusions
    Here's the narcoleptic dream
    Here's the hum of desperation

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