Posts Tagged ‘song

05
Apr
12

five

She’s dancing toward me
But not for me
Breasts jouncing
Stomach undulating
Hips twitching
Left
Right
Left
Gaze fixed steadily just above my right shoulder.
A chirrup of zills a flick of her hair she whirls away
Rose and patchouli in her wake.
Snatching up a veil, she drapes it
To cover her face not her glistening body.
Then she’s spinning-
A whirlwind of Bollywood colors-
Urged on by the ululations and
Handclaps of envious spectators.

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02
Mar
10

Some Who Wander Are, In Fact, Lost

Driving down dark back roads in the rain,
Looking for the house…of a boy.
He’s one of my daughter’s classmates
And we think his name is “Marcus”
Or maybe not cuz if his name was “Marcus”
Or something like that
Wouldn’t it stick in your memory?
Wait! We’ve found a note-
On a crumpled piece of paper
In the bottom of her right front pocket-
That says his name…is actually “John”
Which makes so much more sense really
Than if his name were “Marcus” and she forgot.
Turns out there is no “Marcus”; there’s only “John”.
Hence the note on the barely readable paper.
And look! Below the name…there’s an address.
Who’d believe it but there’s an address.
And so we’re going to take…one more leap of faith
And we’ll assume the address below the name
Belongs to John and was written there today.
Now we’re driving down dark back roads in the rain,
Looking for the house…of a boy named “John”.

21
Jan
10

Promised Land Blues

I was born one Sunday morning with a Bible in my hand
I was born one Sunday morning with a Bible in my hand
I was born one Sunday morning with a Bible in my hand
And the preacher told my mama, “He’ll lead us to the Promised Land.”

Oh my daddy died one Friday with a shotgun in his hand
My daddy died one Friday with a shotgun in his hand
Yes my daddy died one Friday with a shotgun in his hand
And the preacher told my mama, “There dies a wasted man.”

When I moved North to the city, Ma was crying on the stairs
When I moved North to the city, Ma was crying on the stairs
When I moved North to the city, my ma was crying on the stairs
I said, “Mama, stop your weeping cuz there’s a better life up there.”

Since I been here in the city I’ve found sorrow, I’ve found pain
Since I been here in the city oh I cannot stop the pain
Since I been here in the city I’ve found sorrow, I’ve found pain
If I could trade my pride for dollars, I’d be in Mama’s arms again

Nearly down to one last dollar and there’s a question in my head
Nearly down to one last dollar and there’s a question in my head
I’m almost down to one last dollar and there’s a question in my head
Should I buy that silky shotgun or a moldy loaf of bread?

Mama, please forgive me for what I’m about to do
Mama, please forgive me for what I’m about to do
Mama, please forgive me for what I’m about to do
But I think I see my daddy and he’s come to lead me through.

Jesus, do you hear me? Answer if you can
Sweet Jesus, do you hear me? Answer if you can
Jesus! Do you hear me? Come on, answer if you can
How was I to lead my people when there ain’t no Promised Land?

11
Jan
10

Fish

(To be sung in a sprightly sing-song sort of fashion)

Today is a special day
Just because we’re together.
Let’s spend it in a special way;
Let’s spend the day eating fish.
I love fish when it’s smoked over a Cedar fire.
I love fish when it’s dipped in lemon-dill batter and fried.
I love fish when it’s chewy, jerked with Jamaican spices.
I
Love
Fish.

28
Nov
09

Walking ‘Round In Hubby’s Underwear

Ratty things my man’s been missin’
Didn’t ask his permission
I’m wearing his jock
It’s stuffed with a sock
Walking ’round in hubby’s underwear.

Frayed long johns that let the gas out
Holey briefs that hang my ass out
I fart and I spit
I belch and pop zits
Walking ’round in hubby’s underwear.

In the drawer you’ll find a leather G-string,
Shiny silver snaps you can undo.
Nancy asks me, “Will you wear it for me?”
Let’s wait till all the Xmas shopping’s through.

Later on, if you like it
We can dress up like Brad Pitt;
We’ll glue on a beard
We won’t look so weird
Walking ’round in hubby’s underwear.

(I wrote these lyrics in about an hour. We were coming home from a Festival of Trees, my kid pointed out I’m the wrong gender to sing “Walking ‘Round In Women’s Underwear” and my brain took it on as a challenge. Feel free to sing it and pass it along.)

26
Nov
09

Green Bean Blues

Wanna be your green bean casserole, baby.
I don’t mean just twice a year.
I wanna be your green bean casserole, baby.
That don’t mean just twice a year.
Cuz once you taste my lovin’
You’ll lick your lips from ear to ear.

I ain’t no crescent roll, babe;
They can be so flaky and dry.
Three-bean salad or pickled onions-
You know I’ll never never make you cry.
I wanna be your green bean casserole, baby.
That don’t mean just twice a year.
Cuz once you taste my lovin’
You’ll lick your lips from ear to ear.

I don’t wanna be the cranberry sauce
And get caught in your teeth.
No marshmallowed sweet potatoes
Cuz I’m not sickly sweet.
I wanna be your green bean casserole, baby.
I don’t mean just twice a year.
Cuz once you taste my lovin’
You’ll lick your lips from ear to ear.

We don’t need your mama’s recipe,
No directions on a can;
All this dish takes is one good woman
And a very hungry man.
Wanna be your green bean casserole, baby.
I don’t mean just twice a year.
Cuz once you taste my lovin’
You’ll lick your lips from ear to ear.
Yes, once you taste my lovin’
You’ll be lickin’ your lips from ear to ear.

03
May
09

The Dishwasher

Kids in
The next room yell
My favorite song. In the
Kitchen, the clanking machine is
Too quiet.