A dance in the shadows

Of Andy's art

Lost in the chaos

Torn apart

Drawn to the fame

And the flesh

It was all new

So cool and so fresh

 

Painting pain

On the canvas of life

Amidst the carnage

The chaos and strife

Filming a life

On 8mm

Makes it even

More completer

 

The city's pulse

Rushing through your veins

Weaving through the madness

Gripped by the chains

There’s a special beauty

In the grit and the grime

Summer ’68

In that distant time

  

In the clash of desires

The clash of the flesh

It was so much fun

So cool and so fresh

I met you in the glow

Of the Factory's light

A beautiful soul

So lost in the night

 

You said you'd love me

But your words were a lie

I found out the truth

And I started to cry

You were hanging around

With the crowd so elite

In the heart of the city

Where the wild things would meet

 

In the clash of desires

The clash of the flesh

Let’s meet at the factory

So cool and so fresh

There’s a frog in my throat

On 42nd Street

NYC

Have a seat