Wrote these chords out of my mind on the Rue Ordinar
But I'm never lost or surprised with so many faces I recognize
I saw one of you on Montmarte copping Matisse for the bourgeoisie
Then a vulture on a downtown clock, money made a real punk outta you
Zero Celsius ulcer burning, can I get away from these fashion plates?
Walking the Louvre, thinking Bonnot, going over the edge a bit you know
I'm never lost or surprised with so many faces I recognize
Just bitter holding the int'l news with everyday lies
Postcard to the band "I hope you're waiting"
   at 2 7 7 9 Folsom (SF, CA 94110)
Safe keep my will to create
Let me tear up my mind
Sanity finds me running out of alley shadows, when I was born to die here
Espresso doble finding uzi death squads search in the subways
You take Paris this heart wants back Frisco

— A strange travel song with references to now-tourist areas of Paris and 'the same hipsters' everywhere doing their apolitical patsy strut. And yes I thought of vandalism/robbery in the Louvre. Well, it's mostly christian art by and for the rich... you can understand... I love San Francisco and all the hope I find in its streets... up certain alleys.