Lush Life
Wyatt / Atzmon / Stephen Lyrics

I used to visit all the very gay places,
I often went to lively, carefree spots filled with excitement and spontaneity.

Those come-what-may places,
I would go to these places without any specific plan or expectation, just to see what would happen.

Where one relaxes on the axis,
These places allowed me to unwind and let go of life's stresses, becoming fully immersed in the experience.

Of the wheel of life,
The experience represented the cyclical nature of existence, with its ups and downs, highs and lows.

To get the feel of life,
Being there gave me a sense of what life is all about, with all of its pleasures and pains.

From jazz and cocktails.
I particularly enjoyed the combination of live jazz music and delicious drinks that were served there.

The gals (girls) I knew had sad and sullen gray faces,
The women I associated with at these places had a weary and unhappy look on their faces.

With distant gay traces,
Although these women may have had happy times in the past, their current disposition displayed a sense of sadness and longing.

That used to be there.
Their former happiness had evaporated, leaving behind a sense of emptiness and loss.

You could see where,
Their forlorn countenance pointed to the source of their distress.

They'd been washed away,
Their former vibrancy and vitality were lost, as if washed away by the passage of time.

By too many through the day.
Their life had become repetitive and monotonous, with too little pleasure and too much hardship.

Twelve o'clock tales.
Stories told late at night during a time of solitude, when one is most vulnerable to their own thoughts and feelings.

Then you came along,
But then you arrived in my life.

With your siren song,
With your seductive and alluring voice.

To tempt me to madness.
To incite and arouse intense emotions within me.

I thought for awhile,
For a moment, I believed.

That your poignant smile,
That your melancholy expression and bittersweet smile.

Was tinged with the sadness,
Reflected a deep sorrow and heartbreak.

Of a great love for me.
Fueled by a profound love and affection for me.

I guess (Ah, yes,) I was wrong.
However, I came to realize that I was mistaken.

Again, I was wrong.
Once again, my assumptions and hopes proved to be misguided.

Life is lonely again,
Now I find myself feeling isolated and alone once more.

And only last year everything seemed so sure.
Not long ago, I felt certain about everything and confident in my place in the world.

Now life is awful again.
However, now my life is unbearable and intolerable once again.

A troughful of hearts could only be a bore.
A sea of admirers or potential loves would hold no interest or appeal to me.

A week in Paris might (will) ease the bite of it.
Perhaps a trip to Paris could help me forget my woes and alleviate the pain I feel.

All I care is to smile in spite of it.
For now, all I hope to achieve is to regain some sense of happiness and to brighten my days by any means possible.

I'll forget you I will,
I'll do my best to erase any memory of you.

While yet you are still,
Even while you still occupy my thoughts and emotions.

Burning inside my brain.
Causing me to suffer and despair.

Romance is mush,
Love is mere sentimentality and nostalgia.

Stifling those who strive.
Holding back those who seek to experience life to its fullest.

I'll live a lush life,
I'll pursue a life of indulgence and decadence.

In some small dive.
In a humble venue or establishment.

And there I'll be,
In that place, I'll inhabit a life of ease and pleasure.

While I rot with the rest,
Even as I succumb to the same fate as those around me.

Of those whose lives are lonely, too.
Who, like me, have been driven to seek solace and comfort in such a place.

Lush life.
Living a life filled with excess and pleasure, as a means of few enjoyment and escape from the burdens of life.