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Thread #54335 Message #849585
Posted By: GUEST,Fred Miller
18-Dec-02 - 09:57 AM
Thread Name: What are the lyrics to YOUR worst song
Subject: RE: What are the lyrics to YOUR worst song
Sorry, my keyboard wouldn't work and I accidently posted trying to fix it. My newest is so bad I probably won't write it, but it's called My Girlfriend Won't Go There (c). It was inspired by a reed in my harmonica that works for straight harp, but freezes up when I tried to bend it, like a girlfriend that won't do that kind of thing.
Emboldened by Frash--apparently I'm not the only person who suffers from "cleverness"-- this is a song I keep trying to fix, but I'm afraid is just bad. No offence meant, Frash, but you know what I mean, I can't write simple evocative stuff, want to tell a story, tell jokes, whatnot. Here I try to do something more with it, but don't think I got around it.
My Fat Friend.
I used to know this fat guy back in 1978 he disappeared, and he re-appeared, but he had lost a lot of weight one day in the dark someone came up to me said I bet you don't remember me No, who are you? and then, when he grinned, he was my fat friend
What you been up to? I've mostly been down living here in lost river town we're living in a lost and found
He had some money, folded it open to the light when he turned it over on the backside it was white I didn't say anything, it took me by surprise he said this is just a work in progress you realise I said no, I get the idea, I said nice
He took out a twenty he said lets go over there turned it over on the back there was nothing there he talked about his girl, said they could tell each other anything but this is not the kind of thing you tell someone you can tell anything he was looking at me and I thought about that, I said I see what you're saying
what went up must've come down we're living here in lost river town we're living in a lost and found
He used to see this girl I knew, Jessica Paint and he was still with her, but that's not her real name like any lost river girl you'd see around dressed anyhow she wrote poetry about the Tao and had that spooked look in her eye like they all did, like they'd been thrown from a horse as a kid
I was working the graveyard at the Daily News and ran the press and printed the daily news spent time inside my head somewhere inside the sound of the press I made up my mind that I was kind of tired of this dreamed of disappearing like a snake through a crevice in a rock thought I'd go anywhere else
what went up must've come down, etc.
I'm going to pass around some photographs about what happened later here we are in tailored suits, standing on an escalator going down to Mexico, trading guarded glances when he was traveling sometimes I was taking Authur Murray classes this was the night when they were playing the beautiful Tennessee Waltz
What went up, etc.
I've seen unlikely things, household junk-drawers, decorations cut out in cute shapes, our unrealistic expectations out in a ghost-ship suburb, Andrea Dorea Estates we go out to get the paper, we count the days, I roll the plates, day-o.