Terry Malloy
by Willie Murphy

A glistenin' pompadour
Screamin' to the beat of a thousand years
It ain't real
This gray world ain't real

A hip slung guitar with a slicked back stare
His face in a sneer and he says
Hey you there -can you feel?
Lord, can you feel?

A reelin' and a rockin' duck walkin' bad man
With a guitar and a band gonna tell me how to live in the zoo

And Terry Malloy, it was you all the time
It was you

I was standin' on the corner in my refrigerator hat
I was readin' St. Jack -he was tellin' me to open my eyes
He said life is a prize

The wicked one shouted to the hypnotic boom
In a pot-smoked room I was sexualized
Love realized

The Cannonballs and Tranes, man they loosened my brain
Put the rhythm in my veins
Introduced me to a new attitude

And Johnny, my boy, it was you all the time
It was you

There's other songs about the years in between
What can I say?
It all just seems like a dream

Now I'm in a place I never knew existed
Where I count up my moments and I try to resist it
The time
I can't fight the time

And I lie in my bed tryin' to fall asleep
And all I can think of is the appointment I must keep
In my time
I can't fight the time

But in the morning mirror
A face with a sneer screams to the beat of a thousand years
Can you feel?
No, it ain't real

But what's that I hear in the back of my head?
It's Terry Malloy
He laughs and he says
Willie, my boy, it was you all the time
It's just you



Mr. Mature



Copyright 2003 by Willie Murphy