Week Fifty-Two: “Harry Dean Stanton”

Two hundred lowlifes
Two hundred men who missed their mark
Two hundred buffalo not told which way to roam
My name is Harry Dean Stanton
and the movie screen is my home

I’ve been cowboys in space
Half a century of playing tit for tat
My name is Harry Dean Stanton
and the cinema is my natural habitat

Sam Shepard wrote me a monologue
It was so good it made me cry
Sometimes I eonder why I’m still around
when all of my brother have died

I can sing some Linda Rondstadt
She’s my friend, and Debbie Harry is too
Rebecca De Mornay broke my heart
That’s what being Harry Dean Stanton will do

One of these mornings
will be the one last morning
One of these lights
will be the very last night
But sure as I am Harry Dean Stanton
You can always catch a film of mine at night
You can always catch a film of mine at night

Goodnight Irene
goodnight
Goodnight Irene
goodnight
Goodnight Irene
Goodnight Irene
I’ll see you in my dreams

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