Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I’m a delusion angel
I’m a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don’t want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we’re going
Lodged in life
Like branches in a river
Caught in the current
I carry you, you’ll carry me
That’s how it could be…
Don’t you know me..?
Don’t you know me by now?
Street poet: Instead of asking you for money, I’ll ask you for a word. You give me a word and I make a poem, with the word in it. And if it adds something to your life, you can pay me whatever you want.
(From Before Sunrise, Dir. Richard Linklater)