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Bad Wisdom

January 25, 2010

Mother the doctor knows something is wrong
Cause my body has strange information
He’s looked in my eyes and knows I’m not a child
But he doesn’t dare ask the right question

Mother my friends are no longer my friends
And the games we once played have no meaning
I’ve gone serious and shy and they can’t figure why
So they’ve left me to my own daydreaming

What price to pay
For bad wisdom
What price to pay
For bad wisdom
Too young to know
Too much too soon
Bad wisdom
Bad wisdom

Mother you’ve taught me the laws are so fine
If I’m good that I will be protected
I’ve fallen through the crack and there’s no getting back
And I’ll never trust whoever gets elected

Mother your eyes have gone suddenly cold
And it wasn’t what I was expecting
Once I did think that I’d find comfort there
And instead you’ve gone hard and suspecting

What price to pay
For bad wisdom
What price to pay
For bad wisdom
Too young to know
Too much too soon
Bad wisdom
Bad wisdom

Mother I’m cut at the root like a weed
Cause there’s no one to hear my small story
Just like a woman who walks in the street
I will pay for my life with my body

What price to pay
For bad wisdom
What price to pay
For bad wisdom
Too young to know
Too much too soon
Bad wisdom
Bad wisdom

Lyrics

As A Child

January 25, 2010

As a child
You have a doll
You see this doll
Sitting in her chair

You watch her face
Her knees apart
Her eyes of glass
In a secretive stare

She seems to
She seems to
She seems to
Have a life

Pick up a stick
Dig up a crack
Dirt in the street
Becomes a town

All of the people
Depend on you
Not to hurt them
Or bang the stick comes down

And they seem to
They seem to
They seem to
Have a life

As a child
You see yourself
And wonder why
You can’t seem to move

Hand on the doorknob
Feel like a thing
One foot on the sidewalk
Too much to prove

And you learn to
You learn to
You learn to
Have a life

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(If You Were) In My Movie

January 25, 2010

If you were in my movie
I’d have you as the doctor
Small black bag
And a big black coat
I’d have you make a house call
To the woman
You could lay your
Diagnostic hand
Upon her belly and her throat

If you were in my movie
You could be the detective
You could sit behind the desk
With a question on your lip
Examine her for motive
Investigate the scene
In the ever present danger
Keep the holster at your hip

If you were in my movie
If you were in my movie
If you were in my movie

If you were in my movie
You could be the priest
Long black frock
White collar at the neck
You could come to the confession
You could give a girl a thrill
You could save her from her passion
Keep her body in check

If you were in my movie
If you were in my movie
If you were in my movie

If you were in my movie
You could be the gangster
Double-breasted pinstriped
Man with the cigarette
Go running down the alley
With a double-crossing blond
Explaining to the jury
That you hadn’t done anything yet
If you were in my movie

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Fat Man & Dancing Girl

January 25, 2010

I stand in a wide flat land
No shadow or shade of a doubt
Whore the megaphone man
Met the girl with her hand that’s
Covering most of her mouth

Fall in love with a bright idea
And the way a world is revealed to you
Fat man and dancing girl
And most of the show is concealed from view

Monkey in the middle
Keeps singing that tune
I don’t want to hear it
Get rid of it soon

MC on the stage tonight
Is a man named Billy Purl
He’s The International Fun Boy
And he knows the worth of beautiful girl

Stand on the tightrope
Never dreamed I would fall

Monkey in the middle
Keeps doing that trick
It’s making me nervous
Get rid of it quick

I stand in a wide flat land
No shadow or shade of a doubt
Where the megaphone man
Met the girl with her hand
That’s covering most of her mouth

Does she tell the truth?
Does she hide the lie?
Does she say it so no one can know?
Fat man and the dancing girl
And it’s all part of the show

Stand on the tightrope
Never dreamed I could fall

Monkey in the middle
Keeps singing that tune
I don’t want to hear it
Get rid of it soon

Monkey in the middle
Keeps doing that trick
It’s making me nervous
Get rid of it quick

Lyrics

Blood Sings

January 25, 2010

When blood sees blood of its own
It sings to see itself again
It sings to hear the voice it’s known

It sings to recognize the face
One body split and passed along the line
From the shoulder to the hip
I know these bones as being mine
And the curving of the lip

And my question to you is:
How did this come to pass?
How did this one life fall so far and fast?

Some are lean and some with grace, and some without;
All tell the story that repeats
Of a child who had been left alone at birth
Left to fend and taught to fight
See his eyes and how they start with light

Getting colder as the pictures go
Did he carry his bad luck upon his back?
That bad luck we’ve all come to know

And my question to you is:
How did this come to pass?
How did this one life fall so far and fast?

When blood sees blood
Of its own It sings to see itself again

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Rock In This Pocket (David’s Song)

January 25, 2010

Excuse me
If I may
Turn your attention
My way

One moment
I won’t plead
It isn’t much
It’s what I need

And what’s so small to you
Is so large to me
If it’s the last thing I do
I’ll make you see

If you turn from me
You darken my sun
You snap that thin thread
I call my horizon

And I’d like to remind you
Of something small
That the rock in this pocket
Could cause your fall

And what’s so small to you
Is so large to me
If it’s the last thing I do
I’ll make you see

So small to you
And so large to me
If its the last thing I do
I’ll make you see

I might be out like a light
Extinguished in the throw
But I’ll hit my mark
And you’ll know

Because I’m really well acquainted
With the span of your brow
And if you didn’t know me then
You’ll know me now

You’ll know me now

And what’s so small to you
Is so large to me
If its the last thing I do
I’ll make you see

So small to you
And so large to me
If it’s the last thing I do
I’ll make you see
Make you see
Make you see

Lyrics

My Favorite Plum

January 25, 2010

My favorite plum
Hangs so far from me
See how it sleeps
And hear how it calls to me
See how the flesh
Presses the skin,
It must be bursting
With secrets within,

I’ve seen the rest, yes
And that is the one for me
See how it shines
It will be so sweet I’ve been so dry
It would make my heart complete
See how it lays

Languid and slow
Never noticing
Me here below
I’ve seen the best, yes
And that is the one for me
Maybe a girl will take it
Maybe a boy will steal it

Maybe a shake of the bough will
Wake it and make it fall
My favorite plum
Lies in wait for me
I’ll be right here
Longing endlessly
You’ll say that

I’m Foolish to trust
But it will be mine
And I know that it must
Cause I’ve had the rest, yes
And that is the one for me
I’ve seen the best, yes
And that is the one for me

Lyrics

Honeymoon Suite

January 25, 2010

The ceiling had a painting on it
In our room in France
So we were living underneath
Some angels in a dance

My husband was not feeling well
And so we went to bed
He woke up complaining
Of an aching in his head

He said a hundred people
Had come through our room that night
That one by one the old and young
Asked if he was all right

One by one the old and young
Lined up to touch his hand
He spent the night explaining
They had come to the wrong man

The concierge was less than helpful
When we asked her the next day
With coffee and a magazine
We went to the desk to pay

“What happened in that room?” he asked
“A death or something strange?”
She smiled at him politely
And returned to him his change

Well, what I’d like to know
And this will be a mystery
Is with all the people in that room
Why none appeared to me?

When we sleep so close together that
Our hair becomes entwined
I must have missed that moment
In the gateway to his mind

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Lolita

January 25, 2010

Lolita
Almost grown
Lolita
Go on home

Hey girl
Don’t be a dog all your life
Don’t beg for
Some little crumb of affection

Don’t try
To be somebody’s wife
So young
You need a word of protection

Lolita
Almost grown
Lolita
Go on home

Hey girl
I’ve been where you are standing
Leaning in the doorway
In your mother’s black dress

So hungry
For the one understanding
Looking for a token of
Blood or tenderness

Lolita
Almost grown
Lolita
Go on home Lolita

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