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1. Jonny and Betty
2. Time o/o Lives
3. curb
4. Janet Clark
5. Georgian Bay, 24 and Forevermore
6. Steam Clean Express
7. Organ
8. Abelyne
9. super
10.Window of Opportunity
11. bark on the tree
12. Voice for Gloria
13. mirror room
14. Strength

Jonny and Betty
Jonny and Betty went to high school together
and Jonny and Betty went steady.
Because Jonny and Betty knew that someday
they'd be ready to say:
" Forget what we've learned, we're gay."
Jonny and Betty went to high school together
and Jonny and Betty went steady.
Because Jonny and Betty knew that someday
not today they'd be ready to say:
" Forget all the lessons we've learned, we're gay."
When the rings are going on to the fingers everywhere
and everybody asking these two if they're gonna tie the knot,
they nod shyly and say, "well maybe...."
then they smile wisely and say, "well maybe not."
Betty learned to sew her own dress and
Jonny was a champion at chess
Ordinary kids, you know, just plain folks,
but 'keep the love stuff to yourself, and laugh at all of their jokes'
Swimming with the tide until the tide goes out
Swimming with the tide until
Well, we know the world's not perfect and the world's not strong
so we know someone will suffer by the end of the song
Someone will get bashed before the end of the verse,
the only question is, who got bashed first –
and it was Jonny, discovered in what they call Boytown
High school buddies out of nowhere grab him and spin him around
and then they hit him in the face and laugh and kick him to the ground.
Jonny with a swollen face
and Betty's puffed from crying,
agreed there's no going back,
being attacked is like dying
and dying is like leaving, so they ran.
They didn't take much, they took what they could carry
They talked about the future and decided they should marry
They should live their secret lives,
but keep it quiet, keep it calm –
keep their love to themselves and keep themselves away from harm
Swimming with the tide until the tide goes out
Swimming with the tide until
And what a lovely day on the beach it will be
for our heroes Betty and Jonny
and all of their friends as the crowd swooshes out to sea
leaving all of the different ones shining and free.
   
Time o/o Lives
When you're alone and life is making you lonely,
you can always go downtown.
Dress casually but with great flair,
and go to a place where the people really care.
Very little about you.
But they are Just Like You.
Speakers veritably swing with sheer volume
as you shout your life story and witty repartee
into the ear of someone who is Just Like You.
And when you wake up in the morning,
with even your socks – which you slept in –
smelling of smoke,
you'll know that you were yelling last night as loud
as the folks out at air traffic control.
Rock and roll.
Take it all through the door
Leave your coat on the floor
I'm so happy in my disguise
Give that vodka some lime
Don't you know it's the time
Of our smoky-hazed tragic young lives.
There are three full floors of gyrating doors
And three fountains that spout real water
There are bee-you-tiful barkeeps who look in your eyes
They know what you need before you order.
Shake it.
All through the door...
I feel.
I know.
That here is where I feel most at home.
And the highlight
is the skylight
but it's always dark when I'm here
and something scratches up there like a squirrel.
 
If your mama don't love you
and your papa done gone
There's a place that loves you and your sorrow
Where we all catch the fall
of the one newly wronged
who we will not remember tomorrow.
Fake it.
All through the door
Leave your coat on the floor
I'm so happy in my disguise
Give that vodka some lime
Don't you know it's the time
Of our smoky-hazed tragic young lives.
   
curb
Never have that final argument in rush hour.
It takes forever to unceremoniously dump someone at the curb
and you can’t make an elegant tire-screeching getaway either.
As fate would have it, I make my way across three lanes of traffic,
deposit him on the sidewalk,
with a barrage of horns honking behind me, telling me to get move on...
and the light goes red.
And here I am
my impetuous gesture suddenly suspended in time.
I attempt with my every fibre
that my very recent ex simply never existed
and I’m a free woman listening to the radio
and waiting for the light to change
When in fact, he’s still standing right there,
the veins popping in his neck communicating
far more to me than the muffled sound of his voice
as he yells at the closed window of my car.
Catching sight of his reflection, he fixes his hair.
The light goes green, and I do get in a good little wheel-screech
as I pull away,
the satisfying sound offsetting the sinking feeling inside.
At the next light
I tilt the passenger seat visor down towards me;
the little light over the oval mirror snaps on to reveal
me.
Same old.
You know, I have worried so much day,
weighing all the options, looking for the right answer...
I made a decision, good for myself, the mature thing to do,
and from the outside you can’t even tell.
That I’ve changed.
But the light is green again and cars are wailing behind me
so I flip the visor shut and screech onwards.
 
Janet Clark
The glow around your face
as you robbed the bank today
made me love you.
The moment you walked in and looked at me,
I smiled at you; I felt I knew you,
knew you wouldn't hurt me. I was not afraid.
I felt a little funny as you slid the note to me
I looked at you, and we both knew
that I would give you no marked money.
The shine in your eyes
as you calmly walked away
made me wish that I could talk to you,
though I know I never will.
I know I'll never see you again.
They closed the branch for the afternoon;
tried to re-enact the crime
And I said, "I was so scared,
I don't remember anything! Or anybody!
..... I'm sorry I've wasted your time."
And so they gave me paid vacation til next Thursday.
Just think – I don't have to wear pantyhose and I'll get paid.
...But I'll be back in no time –
I hope you won't be doing time
I hope you get safely far away
And listen: Spend that money wisely.
And not all in one place.
The glow around your face
as you robbed the bank today
made me love you.
 
 Georgian Bay, 24 and Forevermore
Way down by the water
I’m waiting for some change in the weather
I can hear you coming up to me
saying don’t go in there alone.
You say, “Baby, that’s dangerous. It could swallow you up whole.
Don’t you venture there without my hand.
Besides your hair looks nicer dry and on the land.
Don’t go in there.”
You’re asking me am I hungry yet
The water licks my toes and I know
If I say yes, or if I don’t
I’ll be the one to make it anyway.
I don’t understand why I’m floundering on land
the life drawn out of me before I’m old
Did I forget to swim, did I learn how to swim?
I don’t know.
The game was long in the summertime
The game was mine all summer long
I floated underwater, didn’t need anyone
I floated underwater, couldn’t hear.
And then when I brought my head up,
everyone was het up,
suddenly I’m grown up, can it be?
The sand rush in to cover me.
I’m alone on the earth tonight.
The fire outside consume my eyes.
And I’m lonely, all your voices all around
saying don’t go in there alone.
Saying don’t go in there alone.
 
Steam Clean Express
Nothing can keep you down.
Nothing can keep you dumb.
Nothing can keep you marching.
Nothing will keep you young.
You talk about your life in sports analogy
Secretly you're feeling kind of empty
You play the stock market in your spare time
Away from the demanding rocket science grind
Are you on the highway clenching
your teeth in your mouth, and the wheel in your hand...
With your self-help tape on 10 are you rattling the windows?
Do you think you just saw your last chance fly past and go?
Paper clip, paper
keeping it together
Stay with it, stay with it forever.
Paper clip, paper
keeping it together
Stay with it, stay with it forever
Life is hammered down to just one hamster
Wondering if you are gonna feed it.
Or does it have to roll over, play dead,
for you to even see it.
The problem is that when you wear your nice lace
buttoned to the top it irritates your neck
where you had an operation a few years back
and they removed the defiant look from your face.
Paper clip, paper
keeping it together
Stay with it, stay with it forever.
If everyone else jumped off a cliff....
Would you drive down to the bottom in your Jeep
and go through everyone else's wallets,
just to see if there was anything worth keeping?
Don’t settle down, don’t settle
for nothing til you’re clear on who you’re doing it for.
Are you gonna let your petri dish of plans
fester by the back door?
The road well-travelled is the boring one.
You're gonna fall asleep on the ride, hon
A bit of drool against a dirty window
keeping you from going where you should go.
Paper clip, paper
keeping it together
Stay with it, stay with it forever.
Paper clip, paper
keeping it together
Stay with it, stay with it forever.
If you can never be too rich or too thin.....
when you eventually collapse on the street,
is it expensive to keep the story out of the newspaper?
 
Once the sod really takes root here,
and the trees are large enough
that the dogs can't pull them out of the ground,
this will be a lovely place to live.
If money can't buy you love, what are you saving it for?
Thinking small thoughts? Thinking mall thoughts?
Counteract it baby with a little acting up maybe.

Organ
You had an organ, it was in the basement,
your momma used to go down and play.
You had an organ, it was in the basement,
we'd stay down there all day
Yellow Rose of Texas, Red Red Rose
Blue Christmas without you
The Lord is My Shepherd,
I shall not want,
The Titanic sailed the ocean blue.
Heart and soul, Bless My Soul,
you could make it play the mandolin, remember?
Violin, polka, waltz, xylophone, rock n roll,
Dial in the right amount of schmaltz.
Play the same song til your hands get sore
then dance in a circle til your twice-tied shoes
make a big skidmark on the floor.
 
The radio said that a psychic said that the world was going to end.
We watched from your back door as the trees blew down your yard
We lay there together under the stars
And we prayed there together, we wished hard
We're too young to die, God, too young to die.
We slept, half-sitting in lawn chairs, waiting to be taken.
You had an organ, it was in the basement
your momma used to go down and play
Your parents worked nights and they both worked hard,
so you were glad when I could stay.
Roll Out the Barrel, Roll in the Hay,
Happy Birthday to you
Tennessee Waltz, Joy to the World,
Don't you know
I'm Crazy For You
 
pray for the dead and the dead will pray for you
 
Push a little green button, start up the band and
fill up the air with song, right to the ceiling,
insulation you can touch with your hand.
 
Abelyne
there's a kind of understanding here
that's to simply understand.
don't ask any questions; show your whole hand
Use it for building.
And you learn to raise your arm may cause someone
to close her eyes, like everything.
Don't talk, just work.
Pull up close to those who hurt
Keep warm, don't dream
Just lie there.
When you sit out alone at night here
Ears howl like you left a loud room
The woods have this roar; once you've been here a while
It sounds like singing.
And you learn to like to turn your face to the sky
which smells like pine, like everything
Don't talk, just work.
Pull up close to those who hurt
Keep warm, don't dream
Just lie there.
 
There aren't any legal papers
And we haven't got a dime
We don't know her real name, didn't find out in time
but someone found her.
She came to hide and heal
her eyes and arms
and rest her mind,
and everything
You're far fresh over the water
your hair still clean like nothing the matter
We know you died over the river
We heard you, Abelyne
 
super
When I want to go inside, the door swings open
The music starts up and a cool breeze guides me to my carriage
To maneuver through this place
None of my excitement showing in my face
Moving with the other creatures,
tossing with a steady hand our sustenance
into silver grid cold carts.
The air hangs thick with smells of vegetables,
freshly ground coffee
and desire
There’s some roller derby action over there
where they’re giving out free samples,
but I steer clear.
I’m not here
looking for some wedding ring
I just want to sing under my breath
and try on different soups and spices like clothing;
the day spread out before my like possibility, and joy
I turn down the aisle like a hospital corridor
silver and white floating up on both sides
the frozen food section
And my skin stands up under my clothes,
just for me, don’t even look at me
I am so thrilled to be alone,
here in my body
with a little purse loaded with cash
and carefully clipped coupons.
I can save.
It can save me.
I feel my self and life propelled forward
despite these damn carts which always try to derail you,
one wheel going in circles while the rest of you tries to go forward.
Four people are over there by the bread,
arcing around each other in a hopeless vortex
as a string arrangement of “I Am a Woman in Love”
serenades their quiet dance.
I manage to avoid these social swirls and just get what I need
And when I get to the check-out, I charge it.
 
Window of Opportunity
They say you never find a cop when you need one
This is my lucky day I guess I got one on each arm and
I think we might start dancing til they turn to me and say
What's a nice girl like you doing shoplifting, such a shame
I'm on vacation from the measurement of quality
backing away from sleepy hollow front lawn of tranquility
Just singing in my head and wreaking havoc with authority
I've fallen out the window of opportunity
Falling – - Sorry
Falling – - From grace
When the going gets tough, I get sleepy
Caught snoozing on the endless escalator of prosperity
I'm not afraid of succeeding nor am I of trying but
to say I knew exactly what I'm doing would be lying.
Disproving all belief in my ability
I'm kind of hanging in the sub-basement of my maturity
and chipping away at my employability, you see
I've fallen out the window of opportunity
Falling – - Sorry
Falling – - From grace
Happy tune in time with irresponsibility
I’m dancing on the muddy slope of financial security
and squandering cheerfully my nicey-nice conformity
I’ve fallen out the window of opportunity.
Paint the tree and eat the leaves until
it's bare and old.
In my life I know not why I
bite the hands that hold
Falling – - Sorry
Falling – - From grace
 
bark on the tree
The bark on the tree is still missing where I
used to park my bike to come to your door
the tree is still worn, but my path is not worn
I'm never here anymore.
I wonder how you're doing.
Do you think of me now
I wonder who's washing
your dishes now.
Income tax returns, shower installing –
How will you do these without me?
The windows I cleaned, which are now closed above me
are all that I see, and the bark on the tree.
I wonder how you're doing.
I hope not too well, somehow
I wonder who's washing
your dishes now.
The bark on the tree reminds me of me
we may not grow back again
I may stand out here for the next twenty years
or I may ride away in the rain.
I wonder how you're doing.
I need your home all around me
I wonder who's washing
your dishes now.
 
Voice for Gloria
It's true yes, the truth of flesh
It's me and what I want to be
The sides splitting on the dress
going to my head
It's true yes, the skin pressed to breaking
on the bed.
to melt the clothes that hold us
from a simple state of being
where the lung gives taste to breathing
and the tongue gives shape to need.
to take my fear of falling and to bounce it on my knee
to try the shoes and wear them til it’s time to turn them over
time to hold them where they held me, time to turn them on their head
forgo the trepidation, see the great reward instead
It's true, yes.
craving little bits of skin
to not be making next of kin
to drape a special someone 'round my straining aching neck
to be the one to steam the sliding doors out to the deck
You don't have to do anything that you don't want to
But don't get up in arms about what others choose to do.
to feel the golden glow of breaking rules instead of bread
a simple pleasure safe in time
and clothesd and closed and always mine
The suture in the silence sucking safety from the net
falling in and comforting
conspiring to forget
soldering the skin to mine
the gaze is steady and sublime
pulling in and revelling like a magnet
sling back the chair without a trace of old regret.
It’s true, yes.
It's true yes, the truth of flesh
It's me and what I want to be
The sides splitting on the dress
going to my head
 
mirror room
The memory of the mirror
A place where you can examine yourself,
see how your arms are placed.
You can laugh, and watch how your incisors become noticeable,
or stand so close that your forehead rests on the glass
and your nose is like a planet orbiting your face.
You can do all this while she’s out of the room,
when you’re supposed to be pushing blocks around
Squares coloured red, yellow, blue
form shapes and zigzags when you place them side by side
– if you chose to do such a thing
You know you needn’t play with blocks
to see the pretty patterns – the demonstration card
shows it quite clearly.
Better then to examine the patterns in your behaviour
in your own way which is to face yourself,
open your mouth wide, and glare in at your tonsils.
See how you look when you jump in the air;
how your hair goes up, up and then falls against your skull
The mirror is huge, and you can run the length of the room
and see yourself Go!
Unlike most mirrors, of course,
this one still sees you after you’re gone.
This one does have a memory.
It’s a trick.
– And just when you thought you were so smart.
and the rage they’re looking to find
is seeping into your head faster than
you can backtrack and try to change your mind. 

Strength
We both read the paper
We both know that it's wrong
But the news makes one of helpless
and one of us bold.
We've had our ears to the floor for years.
I know the signs of fright.
One of us fills with regret
the other will fight.
I would if I could look into her eyes and show
exactly where I'm getting it from.
The marks I've made like wounds
are my successes on the earth
I turn and she turns with me
I love but she won't hear me
how can that be?
She says, You amaze me
How did you get so strong?
– As if I am older and wiser
and she's just old.
I would if I could look into her eyes and show
exactly where I'm getting it from.
I would if I could .....
I would if I could.