Style Songtext
von Charles Bukowski

Style

Style is the answer to everything
A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing
To do a dull thing with style is preferable
To doing a dangerous thing without it
To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art
Bullfighting can be an art
Boxing can be an art
Loving can be an art
Opening a can of sardines can be an art

Not many have style
Not many can keep style
I have seen dogs with more style than men
Although not many dogs have style
Cats have it with abundance


When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a shotgun
That was style
Or sometimes people give you style
Joan of Arc had style
John the Baptist
Christ
Socrates
Caesar
Garcia Lorca

I′ve met men in jail with style
I've met more men in jail with style than men out of jail

Style is a difference
A way of doing
A way of being done

Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water

Or you walking out of the bathroom naked without seeing me

Do I know you?

Don′t push me around baby I'll
I'll deck
Never mind

One more beer

I′ll take you all, all of you

Watch out

Okay, okay

I′ve been lifting weights

What the hell you want man?

Get away from me

Are you some kind of freak or


Uh oh

Oh I did it

Oh shit

I knew

Okay I want you to hate me anyhow

How many beers can I drink without falling down?

Blanket?

You guys are drunker than I am

What the hell

Jesus

Okay let's go

Come on

Let′s get the job done

Let's collect our money and get the

Hell out of here and really make it

Okay

Okay you′re right

You want some poems?

Beg me

Okay