Five days before Amy Winehouse died, I wrote this revision of the 1930's standard below
Boulevard of Broken Dreams Redux
C 2011 by Ed Kabak
I walk along the street of sadness
The boulevard of broken dreams
Where every lover and his mate
Are tossed upon the jaws of fate
and lives are shattered at the seams
You’re high today, then crash in madness
when darkness fingers your moonbeams
And every lover and her mate
Are locked inside a velvet gate
Whose latchkey’s made of broken dreams
This is where we are confined now
An endless dance on wearied feet
Our souls are lost,and we're too blind now
to what could make our lives complete
The joie d’ vivre that once had thrilled you
Has fractured into tiny screams
yet every lover, every mate
Still bet on chance and still they dance
The boulevard of broken dreams
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