story behind the song: caught part of an old Lou Reed show on the tube last night and so for breakfast, the age old question, fried egg or scrambled? (poached or boiled didn't seem fitting this morning) couldn't decide so i made an omelette and this
Lyrics
plodding down the avenue
in my bestest shoes
through the water and the mud
thought i was looking for you
writing words on scraps of paper
those random dreams and hopes
helped by all those passing spirits
'cross the streets of long ago
plodding down the avenue
in my bestest clothes
through the drudgery of constant
in this world of plug your nose
singing spells of desperation
those tunes of lust not love
helped by all those who were in essence
ghosts of smoke, mirrored in distrust
