"Western Star"

SUBJECT:

Can you tell me about the song, Western Star? A little insight, where were you when you wrote it?
Frank Black: in my wife's office.
- online chat, 1/01

LYRICS:
sun she burns mean and big i think i'll go to Cafe Noir big screen turns me on i'm gonna be a western star how hard can it be? / i get my freon bingo inside your cool soft sarong rolling on the moquette inside a cul-de-sac kampong how hard can it be? / how hard can it be when you're ba a western star? shining and free don't you know that a start burns best? how hard can it be? i said now how hard can it be? / she's so sentimental she's got my picture in her head the tool-man is in her dreams i was lifted when she said how hard can it be? / and now he's headed skyward standing up on piles of plywood and all he thinks about is how he looks like Heroes-period Bowie and his figure blocks the light and he takes away the night and he's dancing to the new bolero / yo soy un pistolero i'm not shakin' in my boots i'm ruler of this moon boy so if you move i shoots how hard can it be?

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