"Half-Moon Cafe" is an Emily Saliers song, written during her
sophomore year at Tulane (the same year she wrote "Play It Again,
Sam").  The sole performance I have is from Live at WREK, on 27
February 1989.
                        Half-Moon Cafe
At the Half-Moon Cafe, we drink to our lives
Like pseudo-believers in l
1-2-3 Slam lyrics

okay, here's the story about my mom and dad
one was white
one was black
i bet you think you're glad
i'm a half breed, my skin is fair yet tan
i don't kno
ove
We've been through our holes-in-the-walls and the dives
Where you drink to recall what you once had a vision of.
And we talk of our lives in a prison
Though we both know it's better to be
Safe within our indecision
Than taking the risk to be free.
And you were to be a great poet
And I'd find my fame in song
But we somehow saw failure more clos
Bazooka Joe lyrics

The Joe man is back
When Joe comes back Joe's head will crack
When Joe's head cracks, when that big head cracks
It's "Welcome back, Joe.  Welc
ely
Than fame all along.
And now you manage a hamburger stand
And I haven't found steady work yet
And we meet here to talk and pretend
That we know no regret.
But how much is chance
How much would you decide
How much is murder of our dreams
How much is suicide?
So you ask of my latest Top 40
And I ask of your latest great fiction
As I step outside
Bad 'n' Ruin lyrics

mother don't you recognize your son

coming home, yeah yeah
getting home, 'cause I failed you, mother

I'll be there in the mornin'
if you hav
 I see that the moon is full
I have to laugh at the contradiction.
Well, at least we can laugh at our dreams
Though it's really much more bitter than sweet
Sometimes through all of this fragmentation
I imagine what it feels to be complete.
But how much is chance
How much would you decide
How much is murder of our dreams
How much is suicide?