Charles Bukowski - 1813-1883 lyrics

listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind blows a cold rain the trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the cats run under the bed. . . Wagner battles the agonies, he's emotional but solid, he's the supreme fighter, a giant in a world of pygmies, he takes it straight on through, he breaks barriers an astonishing FORCE of sound as everything here shakes shivers bends blasts in fierce gamble yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut some men never die and some men never live but we're all alive tonight.