Post by alexwriter on Jun 1, 2007 20:48:11 GMT -5
Monumental Existential Memories
(Sing to melody of Pinetop’s Boogie Woogie. Scat-sing it quick, snap your fingers, sway side-to-side, act snide, don’t hide yourself)
I’m coming to you, love, ain’t no jive
from the hall of, the wall of, monumental existential memories
I got bad news for you baby, I got the blues
I mix hope, telescope duty and responsibility
oh, trouble, trouble, let me be
Will it be that way until senility
or will you just go to killing me?
The only logical thing, my reason to sing
these misused blues, terminal bad news
Why does your love whisper so innocently?
is it black with zippers, does if wear flippers?
How did it slip-slide into me
Flower into me, overpower me, so completely
Never felt anything so sneaky, so freaky
Oh, girl, what I’d give to be free
Go back to who I used to be
But, I know you know
it hurts so good, you see
Why you doing this to me
So tell me righteously, don’t be fighting me
You got this notion I duck responsibility
It ain’t so, see me saying, NO
This is me, see, quacking like a duck
WTF, let the water roll off my back
And I drink Jack straight from the bottle, water back
babble no-syntax words that fly like birds
don’t care for bareback sin tax
and homemade torture racks
that some folks call love, oh heavens above
Love deliver me. If I say pretty please?
I caught a commotion, a bent notion
comes on like a sneeze
Got me on my knees
Deliver me your dirty, no flirting, hurting love, please
I see it salty, I say it haltingly; jeeze
What’s come over me?
Don’t you go leaving me empty, swinging in the breeze
alone a lot, and what not, yet not free
This way it’s supposed to be?
Play those CDs, Pinetop Perkins, if you please
Scare me up a bubbly crowd
get me back my proud
me, old wore-out uncool fool
you, smirking like a ghoul
my foolish pride all blown, make me cry and moan
Don’t mind me, let me feel it, drive it home
Let it roam, either way, know what I’m saying
close to the bone, or alone
As in, waiting by the phone
Me struttin’, not worrying about nothin’
not caring who’s come and gone
But it looks like I’m sliding, no longer riding free
I'm leaving the rails, heading for county jail
learning what it is to be one, not two
and if that be true, where’s the queue?
Tell me; I’d know what to do
run me out of here, swing me out of here
are you coming, dear?
You couldn’t look no sadder
It’s too late to matter, too late to matter
Pull that jukebox plug, Shug
Where’s the back door? Where’d I leave my tractor?
I’ll take the first lawn mower, snow blower
going my way, okay, going my way
Oh, bullroar, it that a snore my dear?
Call her a cab, gimme a go-cup of beer
I’m out of here
Alex 5/26/07
(Sing to melody of Pinetop’s Boogie Woogie. Scat-sing it quick, snap your fingers, sway side-to-side, act snide, don’t hide yourself)
I’m coming to you, love, ain’t no jive
from the hall of, the wall of, monumental existential memories
I got bad news for you baby, I got the blues
I mix hope, telescope duty and responsibility
oh, trouble, trouble, let me be
Will it be that way until senility
or will you just go to killing me?
The only logical thing, my reason to sing
these misused blues, terminal bad news
Why does your love whisper so innocently?
is it black with zippers, does if wear flippers?
How did it slip-slide into me
Flower into me, overpower me, so completely
Never felt anything so sneaky, so freaky
Oh, girl, what I’d give to be free
Go back to who I used to be
But, I know you know
it hurts so good, you see
Why you doing this to me
So tell me righteously, don’t be fighting me
You got this notion I duck responsibility
It ain’t so, see me saying, NO
This is me, see, quacking like a duck
WTF, let the water roll off my back
And I drink Jack straight from the bottle, water back
babble no-syntax words that fly like birds
don’t care for bareback sin tax
and homemade torture racks
that some folks call love, oh heavens above
Love deliver me. If I say pretty please?
I caught a commotion, a bent notion
comes on like a sneeze
Got me on my knees
Deliver me your dirty, no flirting, hurting love, please
I see it salty, I say it haltingly; jeeze
What’s come over me?
Don’t you go leaving me empty, swinging in the breeze
alone a lot, and what not, yet not free
This way it’s supposed to be?
Play those CDs, Pinetop Perkins, if you please
Scare me up a bubbly crowd
get me back my proud
me, old wore-out uncool fool
you, smirking like a ghoul
my foolish pride all blown, make me cry and moan
Don’t mind me, let me feel it, drive it home
Let it roam, either way, know what I’m saying
close to the bone, or alone
As in, waiting by the phone
Me struttin’, not worrying about nothin’
not caring who’s come and gone
But it looks like I’m sliding, no longer riding free
I'm leaving the rails, heading for county jail
learning what it is to be one, not two
and if that be true, where’s the queue?
Tell me; I’d know what to do
run me out of here, swing me out of here
are you coming, dear?
You couldn’t look no sadder
It’s too late to matter, too late to matter
Pull that jukebox plug, Shug
Where’s the back door? Where’d I leave my tractor?
I’ll take the first lawn mower, snow blower
going my way, okay, going my way
Oh, bullroar, it that a snore my dear?
Call her a cab, gimme a go-cup of beer
I’m out of here
Alex 5/26/07