He walks in the streets of New York
Oh God that man is lost
He has fifth avenue tattooed on his feet
Oh God that man is free
He is a traitor
He is a thief
but he knows how to keep his heart in peace
He is the eye of the storm
He calls himself James Fugot.
[Chorus A]
Oh run away, get away
before they all forget your name
James Fugot like Mida’s touch
he turns his sins into gold
like the Statue of Liberty
He will stand still for eternity
even if soon he will be gone gone
He’ll be the cause of your burns
He writes songs in Greenwich Valley
he is always alone, need nobody
He looks like a star, he’s sad, he’s happy
He is everything you want if you get lucky
He is a lover
but he murders love
the moment he erased the name he forgot
try and get him undercover
then he’ll kiss you until your lips get sober.
[Chorus A]
Oh run away, get away
before they all forget your name
James Fugot like Mida’s touch
he turns his sins into gold
like the Statue of Liberty
He will stand still for eternity
even if soon he will be gone gone
He’ll be the cause of your burns.
[Bridge]
Like and old piano and a forgotten song
he can only be heard at the edge of the world
he gets mysterious if you ask too much
he’ll drink a scotch for the man he loved
Please think of him as you hear these words
then you just can call me… James Fugot
[Chorus B]
Oh run away, get away
before they all forget my name
James Fugot like Mida’s touch
I turn your sins into gold
like the Statue of Liberty
I will stand still for eternity
even if soon I will be gone gone
Let me be the cause of your burns.
«The man is lost» self-portrait.
Sonetos En Fuga 