Someone posted an entry over in one of the private offices on Zoetrope and mentioned Tom Waits' "the piano has been drinkin', not me" lyrics. Well, I'm in a musical mood today -- have been blasting the golden oldies through the kickass speakers of my remote control (ain't technology grand?) CD player my family gave me for Christmas.
Made me think of a song I used to torture myself with back in '81. Here goes -- Ricky Lee, I love ya!
We Belong Together(Rickie Lee Jones )
I say this was no game of chicken
You were aiming your best friend
That you wear like a switchblade on a chain around your neck
I think you picked this up in Mexico from your dad
Now its daddy on the booze
And Brando on the ice
Now it's Dean in the doorway
With one more way he can't play this scene twice So you drug her down every
drag of this forbidden fit of love
And you told her to stand tall when you
kissed her
But that's not where you were thinking...
How could a Natalie Wood not get sucked into a scene so custom tucked?
But now look who shows up
In the same place
In this case
I think it's better
To face it ---
We belong together
We belong together
Once Johnny the King made a spit ring
And all the skid kids saw a very, very proud man
And he entwined her in his finger
And she lay there like a baby in his hand
And climb upon the rooftop docks lookin' out on the cross-town seas
And he wraps his jacket across her shoulders
And he falls and hugs and holds her on his knees
But a sailor just takes a broad down to the dark end of the fair
To turn her into a tattoo
That will whisper
Into the back of Johnny's black hair
And now Johnny the King walks these streets without her in the rain
Lookin' for a leather jacket
And a girl who wrote her name forever
A promise that ---
We belong together
We belong together
Shall we weigh along these streets
Young lions on the lam?
Are the signs you hid deep in your heart
All left on neon for them?
Who are foolish
Who are victim
Of the sailors and the ducky boys who would
Move into your eyes and lips and
Every tear
That falls down on the neighborhood now
I said "Bird, we just gotta tell them"
And they turn and ignore us
And the only heroes we got left
Are written right before us
And the only angel who sees us now
Watches through each other's eyes
And I can hear him
In every footstep's passing sigh
He goes crazy these nights
Watching heartbeats go by...
And they whisper ---
We belong together
We belong together
Damn, I wish I could find my journals from the early '80s -- some damned fine poetry's in those books. I'm afraid they were thrown away with the other collateral damage from the flood a couple of years ago. But still I hope they'll turn up...
*Wanders away singing "I've got a bad liver and a broken heart" under her breath*
Enjoy,
Henny
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