June 28, 2007

Lyric of the Week

Filed under: Music — Bob Gifford @ 9:17 pm

Eleven Months in the Bath of Dirty Spirits and Clean by Peter Himmelman from the album Skin

I’ve awakened in a strange room,
I’ve become a 43 year-old-black woman
And all the memories that comprised
what I thought was my identity are gone
And I’m thinking ’bout a child I never bore
I feel him suckling at these breasts I never had
And I’m singing him a song
I’ve never sung before

This must be the place where you learn
what you would not learn on earth
This must be the place where you learn
what you would not learn on earth

I’m standing in a coliseum where
500 million angels are laughing at me
And on a screen as big as the sky
the details of my life unfold
I swear I’d gladly have the skin ripped off my back
Than to spend another minute in the presence
of this life I have sadly thrown away

This must be the place where you learn
what you would not learn on earth
This must be the place where you learn
what you would not learn on earth

11 months in the bath of dirty spirits
If you wanna feel all grown up,
well I tell you brother you’re in luck
11 months in the bath of dirty spirits
We’re gonna have to clean the slate,
you can never come a bit too late
11 months in the bath of dirty spirits
We’re gonna take away the rust,
why don’t you come along with us…

Ooh can you hear the thunder
Up and down and back and forth and…
Ooh don’t it hurt to remember
Left and right and to and fro and…
Ooh hear the trumpets blowin’…
Jump and stand and kneel and pray

11 months in the bath of dirty spirits
If you wanna feel all grown up,
well I tell you brother you’re in luck…

* * *

Clean
devoid of any trace of tarnish
Clean
spotlessly correct
Clean
in whispers of sanctity
Clean
no illusions to project
No inhibitions, no defenses up
No need to rattle or to rule
I’m clean for the first time

Clean
beyond imagination
Clean
like the core of the blazing sun
Clean
distant from no one
Clean
consummately one
There’s no deception, no distortion here
Not a shade of something criminal or cruel
I’m clean for the first time

Clean for the first time
Clean for the first time

June 18, 2007

Lyric of the Week

Filed under: Music — Bob Gifford @ 6:36 pm

When I Was a Boy, by Dar Williams:

I won’t forget when Peter Pan came to my house, took my hand
I said I was a boy; I’m glad he didn’t check.
I learned to fly, I learned to fight
I lived a whole life in one night
We saved each other’s lives out on the pirate’s deck.

And I remember that night
When I’m leaving a late night with some friends
And I hear somebody tell me it’s not safe,
someone should help me
I need to find a nice man to walk me home.

When I was a boy, I scared the pants off of my mom,
Climbed what I could climb upon
And I don’t know how I survived,
I guess I knew the tricks that all boys knew.

And you can walk me home, but I was a boy, too.

I was a kid that you would like, just a small boy on her bike
Riding topless, yeah, I never cared who saw.
My neighbor come outside to say, “Get your shirt,”
I said “No way, it’s the last time I’m not breaking any law.”

And now I’m in this clothing store, and the signs say less is more
More that’s tight means more to see, more for them, not more for me
That can help me climb a tree in ten seconds flat

When I was a boy, See that picture? That was me
Grass-stained shirt and dusty knees
And I know things have gotta change,
They got pills to sell, they’ve got implants to put in,
they’ve got implants to remove

But I am not forgetting…that I was a boy too

And like the woods where I would creep, it’s a secret I can keep
Except when I’m tired, ‘cept when I’m being caught off guard
And I’ve had a lonesome awful day, the conversation finds its way
To catching fire-flies out in the backyard.

And so I tell the man I’m with about the other life I lived
And I say now you’re top gun, I have lost and you have won
And he says, “Oh no, no, can’t you see

When I was a girl, my mom and I we always talked
And I picked flowers everywhere that I walked.
And I could always cry, now even when I’m alone I seldom do
And I have lost some kindness
But I was a girl too.
And you were just like me, and I was just like you

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