No Master

He switched to bavarian when he spoke to her
A good sign that they really knew each other
But the weather and the music were bad
So we sticked to the table we had
We all wore reading spectacles
But didn’t get too political
One of us was back from israel
I had spent the night in a jail
The election took place on a brooklyn roof
I said nothing and sat aloof
But you are at war with angels
So you look at the earth from angles
And when i don’t approve
I’m only thinking of a better move
And when i take you for a ride
You know i’m on your side
You were mocked in the east-end
Bullied by your girlfriend
But you rose from your ashes and you play
The game of getting wasted and lay
I was your witness
Your link to the holy press
The story of your strife
Is in my book of life
I’m writing it down cause i know it’s good
I’d write a lot more if i could
Think, hold the pen
And still be a man among men
On 1 or 2 of your audio tape
Between the screams of your room-mate
I must have dropped a line
That i’d like to hear again sometime