Widow City
Album - 6 ottobre 2007 - Debaser id 422298

Thanks for asking
Yes it's true, we've been waiting for you
We've been waiting for you
Persuade your husband he should stay
at our disposal for today
and take down everything we say
About the new school bus assistant snuck in change
of leaving seven sleeping children in their seats,
in a trance, induced by air-conditioning

So I went back up to our room
And told my husband to sit down on the end-table
and that he was getting very sleepy
and when his eyes went out I put the pen back in his left hand

At phases 8 and 31 the Four Faculties are done,
the Principles are some.
The solar period, if you look,
is like the bishop in the brook,
so it says in this book
Writ by the new school bus assistant snuck in change
of leaving seven sleeping children in their seats,
in a trance, induced by air-conditioning

And don't forget the imaginary map
of the Manifestations of Murker-Making
Owned by the undertaker's office
(Otherwise known as the Cadaverous Cosmeticians)
Local number dead-as-a-doornail in a church mouse's chin

Or so said the birth-chart I sent away to New Mexico for
It was made by a special commission of Navajo basketball coaches and blonde ladies

One of those blond ladies had a certain hold on me
I went to all her seminars by the Airport in the Double Tree
I even let her use nephew’s seaplane in the Bahamas for free

But she means nothing to me now
I tell myself that everyday
She means nothing to me now
I tell myself every single day
I’m quite convinced I escaped her sway

I burned all my clothes with eucalyptus juice
Ripped out the floors and painted all the platforms puce
And I went so far as to sacrifice a second snake to Zeus

So she means nothing to me now
I tell myself that everyday
She means nothing to me now
I tell myself every single day
I’m still convinced I escaped her sway

But when she mopes in the moonlight on her mesa in March
Does she kick up a thunderstorm when she thinks of my betrayal?

She means nothing to me now
She means nothing to me now

Down at the Shell shed, the boys are picking out the pearls
The home I'm in lets the rain get in
I bought 22 ounces of the petrol, park, wait at the light
I'm never going to make it back in time
'fore Geraldine and me to begin
Mr. Rayne in his Japanese Slippers comes creeping in, saying

I sit with the fan on my face and sip shandies all day
I learn to sleep standing up so I don't have to make the bed
No tobacco for my rolling papers, warm water in my cup
But I have wait all morning, so
'fore Geraldine and me can begin
Mr. Rayne in his Japanese Slippers comes creeping in, saying

I loaded up with Turkey carpets
and green glass diamonds
I drove back and forth for 5 long rolling moons
And every day and every night I thought of back at home
And I couldn't get notion out of my head that said
'fore Geraldine and me could begin
Mr. Rayne in his Japanese Slippers comes creeping in, saying

And everything is always a little late
Mr. Rayne in his Japanese Slippers seems to be my fate.

It was my job to cut down all the poplar trees
And I'd sit on the stumps and listen to the finches
and sit out in the fields and eat honey out of a jar
and wonder why it always seemed that
'fore Geraldine and me could begin
Mr. Rayne in his Japanese Slippers comes creeping in, saying

Emma was walking with Mandeep and JingJing on the second day of Spring.
Emma was walking with Mandeep and JingJing on the second day of Spring.
She said she was sick of her porch pillars and golden axletrees
and silver snuffers and all that sort of thing,
‘cause out of the corner of her eye she saw one cherub ten cubits high.
You can immolate all those oxen, you can sacrifice so many sheep.
You can immolate all those oxen, you can sacrifice so many sheep.
You can be surrounded by your four hundred pomegranates
and your bright brass shovels, but you still can’t hardly sleep,
when out of the corner of your eye you see one cherub ten cubits high.
How do you arrange a room around a baby grand piano?
In the Arabian-tented library guest room;
In the two-tabled dining room art gallery.
And here’s one for your party room:
An emergency cigarette behind glass.
An emergency cigarette behind glass.
On a sliding slack rack hangs the Calcutta necklace.
And the unique stone rubbings I can decorate with giant jacks:
With wicker whatnots.
With wicker whatnots,
In prettier prints with masses of chintz
And candy box fabrics.
Or the “True Meaning of a Name”
With poem in a frame.
Where blue means fair; pink, rain;
Purple, variable conditions.
Give me mirror magic in the maxi mood
And I’ll throw away my Hollywood chin band.
Ulyana, Phoebe, and Alan knew to say, “We’re here for Lucy’s Birthday
in the Rivoli Bar area lounge,” but were worried they might be late.
Then Lucy messaged, “My PA Ms. Gill will kindly deal with your queries between 6:30 and 8,
unless out of the corner of your eye you see one cherub ten cubits high.”
She was accepting cards and small gifts (before the photos) between 9 and 11.
She was accepting cards and small gifts (before the photos) between 9 and 11,
when Gharzi, Ovi, Roger, and Rachel presented her with something that just sent her to heaven:
one cherub ten cubits high that she could see out of the corner of her eye.