Hey bus driver keep the change, bless your children, give them names,Not sure what any of that means. Early Bruce tended to want to be Bob Dylan, and he wrote a lot of words trying to prove that he had the verbal facility to do it. Later, he went almost the other direction, trying to write Raymond Carver stories as songs, with a kind of borrowed working class diction that smacks a little too much of what the French call nostalgie de la boue, or "nostalgia for the mud." As my son says (while still loving Bruce), "who are you kidding, you've been a rock star since you were 20 years old, you never 'worked on the highway'!"
Don’t trust men who walk with canes,
drink this and you’ll grow wings on your feet
Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine, advertiser on a downtown train
Christmas crier bustin’ cane, He’s in love again.
Where dock worker’s dreams mix with panther’s schemes to someday own the rodeo
Tainted women in Vistavision perform for out-of-state kids at the late show.
Anyway, Joan Fontaine was one of the loveliest movie stars of the early 1940s. Here she is, in her best role in Rebecca: