You dance real slow
You wreck it down
Then you walk away you turn around
What did that old blonde gal say?
That is the part you throw away
I want that beggar’s eyes
a winning horse
A tidy Mexican divorce
St. Mary’s prayers, Houdini’s hands
And a barman who always...
understands
Will you loose the flowers
Hold on to the vase?
Will you wipe all those teardrops
away from your face?
I can’t help feeling as I close the door
I have done all of this...
many times before
But the bone must go
The wish can stay
The kiss don’t know what the lips will say
Forget I've hurt you
Put stones in our bed
And remember to never...
mind instead
But all of your letters burned up in the fire
And time is just memory mixed with desire
That’s not the road It is only the map, I say
Gone just like matches...
from a closed down cabaret
In a Portuguese saloon (1)
A fly is circling around the room
You’ll soon forget the tune that you play
Cause that is the part...
you throw away
Oh that is the part...
you throw away
1. TG: I'm looking down at [lyrics I've written] here and I keep seeing things like, "On the porch, geese salute."(5) Is that the way the lyrics go? TW: Oh no. That's even better. "In a Portuguese saloon." But I like that better. I'm going to write that down. [Terry repeats as Tom writes] (Source: "Grimm's Reapers": Black Book magazine (USA) June, 2002 by Terry Gilliam. Date April 10, 2002)
TW: "I like the missing pieces. I don't like things too tidy. (Filmmaker) Terry Gilliam heard the line "in a Portuguese saloon" (from The Part You Throw Away), and he thought I was saying, "On the porch, the geese salute." That's better! I hope more people misunderstand me." (Source: "I hope more people misunderstand me": USA Today (USA), by Edna Gundersen. Date: Published: June 17, 2002)
