Thanks for the memory Of things I can't forget Journeys on a jet Our wonderous week in Martinique And Vegas and roulette How lucky I was And thanks for the memory Of summers by the sea Dawn in Waikiki We had a pad in London But we didn't stop for tea How cozy it was Now since our breakup I wake up Alone on a gray morning-after I long for the sound of your laughter And then I see the laugh's on me But thanks for the memory Of every touch a thrill I've been through the mill I've lived a lot and learned a lot You loved me not and still I miss you so much Thanks for the memory Of how we used to jog Even in a fog That barbecue in Malibu Away from all the smog How rainy it was Thanks for the memory Of letters I destroyed Books that we enjoyed Tonight the way things look I need a book by Sigmund Freud How brainy he was Gone are those evenings on B.roadway Together we'd go to a great show But now I begin with the late show And wish that you Were watching, too I know it's a fallacy That grown men never cry Baby, that's a lie We had our bed of roses But forgot that roses die And thank you so much.

Thanks for the memory Of sentimental verse, Nothing in my purse, And chuckles When the preacher said For better or for worse, How lovely it was. Thanks for the memory Of Schubert's Serenade, Little things of jade And traffic jams And anagrams And bills we never paid, How lovely it was. We who could laugh over big things Were parted by only a slight thing. I wonder if we did the right thing, Oh, well, that's life, I guess, I love your dress. Thanks for the memory Of faults that you forgave, Of rainbows on a wave, And stockings in the basin When a fellow needs a shave, Thank you so much. Thanks for the memory Of tinkling temple bells, Alma mater yells And Cuban rum And towels from The very best hotels, Oh how lovely it was. Thanks for the memory Of cushions on the floor, Hash with Dinty Moore, That pair of gay pajamas That you bought And never wore. We said goodbye with a highball, Then I got as high as a steeple, But we were intelligent people, No tears, no fuss, Hooray for us. Strictly entire nous, Darling, how are you? And how are all Those little dreams That never did come true? Awfully glad I met you, Cheerio and toodle-oo Thank you, Thank you so much.

Thanks for the memory Of candlelight and wine Castles on the Rhine The Parthenon and moments on The Hudson River line How lovely it was Thanks for the memory Of rainy afternoons Swingy Harlem tunes And motor trips and burning lips And burning toast and prunes How lovely it was Many's the time that we feasted And many's the time that we fasted Oh well, it was swell while it lasted We did have fun And no harm done So, thanks for the memory And strictly entre nous Darling, how are you? And how are all the little dreams That never did come true Awfully glad I met you Cheerio and toodle-oo And thank you so much

Field Commander Cohen He was our most important spy Wounded in the line of duty Parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties Urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles Leave it all and like a man Come back to nothing special Such as waiting rooms and ticket lines Silver bullet suicides and messianic ocean tides And racial roller coaster rides And other forms of boredom, advertised as poetry I know you need your sleep now I know your life's been hard But many men are falling Where you promised to stand guard I never asked but I heard You cast your lot along with the poor But then I overheard your prayer That you be this and nothing more Than just some grateful faithful woman's Favorite singing millionaire The patron Saint of Envy and the grocer of despair Working for the Yankee dollar I know you need your sleep now I know your life's been hard But many men are falling Where you promised to stand guard Ah, lover come and lie with me If my lover is who you are And be your sweetest self awhile Until I ask for more, my child Then let the other selves be one, yeah Let them manifest and come 'Til every taste is on the tongue 'Til love is pierced and love is hung And every kind of freedom done Then, oh, my love, oh, my love Oh, my love, oh, my love Oh, my love, oh, my love Oh, my love

אבא, כמה אהבה יש לי אליך אתה לא יודע ואם לא הראיתי מספיק קח עוד שיר שיוכל להסביר מצטער שלא הבנתי את הלב שלך מצטער שלא מצאתי את המילים איתך כי הרי מה שקיבלתי כל זה בזכותך תן לי את היד מבטיח, לא לעזוב אותך אבא אין פה מושלם אבל בשבילי אתה כל העולם גם אם יבואו שנים ללא מילים אני אבין אותך אני הבן שלך קח את הכול זה בכלל שלך תודה על הכול אני אוהב אותך ואף פעם לא כעסתי על הלב שלך אל תדאג כי זו הדרך שכתובה לך והרי מה שנתתי כל זה בשבילך גם אם לא תהיה איתי פה אני תמיד איתך

על כביש פתוח כמעט כמו הרוח אין לי שום כיוון אני לא בטוח איך אפשר לנוח איך מוצאים איזון ויש לי אלף חלומות עוד להגשים איתך תבואי לפה אחרי פרידות אני תמיד בתהיות על מי שלא הצלחתי להיות בשבילך אני נופל קם והולך עם הדרך מסתבך מה קורה לי בגללך איך איך אני אמור להסתדר כשתחבקי אחד אחר ולא נספיק עוד לדבר ואין לי כוח שיגעו לי את המוח מה צריך להיות כולם הפכו להיות פרופסורים לאהבות ובעיות ויש לי קטע כמו ילד אני שם שירים ומדמיין את כל הסיטואציות שטעינו מאמי דרמות שעשינו מאמי לב שבור זה ממכר בשבילך אני נופל קם והולך עם הדרך מסתבך מה קורה לי בגללך איך איך אני אמור להסתדר כשתחבקי אחד אחר ולא נספיק עוד לדבר