Taking pictures like Man Ray

Urns of ashes in the frame

So which phase is this anyway?

No one loves you in New York

Don't try making a go up north

And no one gets you back in Hollywood

Something useless, make it work

Beautiful trash out on the curb

And make your plans, but something else will come

Someday at the auction house

How much will your life bring out

From the wallets of the fools?

Is this where you're supposed to be?

Always blind, but trying to see

And yes, I think this is where I'm supposed to be