Joshin Jane

2001-10-14 18:50:01 (UTC)

run-around sue

it's one of those days i want to feel like a princeton
i want to take my diet coke and drive into town and sit in
starbucks writing my history paper.
but my coke would spill, and i can't drive, and starbucks
is too noisy.

i went to community service at 1:45 but my kid didn't show
up so i left.
i went back to the house to call home for a ride and there
were lauren and gordon, making colored frosting, and my
mind was flooded with remnants of the nerd/geek
conversation my mother and i had this morning.
i felt like someone who was in a group whose social status
i had spent all morning criticizing.
i found a diet coke left over from feed, and saw that
people had signed out to princeton, and looked at where the
cigarette had burned my hand yesterday.
i shivered thinking about the cop standing over me watching
me pick cigarette butts out of flower pots.

i can't write this history paper.
i need to get away.
i also need to eat, but eating is overrated.
it's psychological.
and i'm first to admit that i use it as a crutch.
and it makes me crazy in my head.
i'm a very conscious person - i think about things long and
hard before i do them.
we went to fedora's last night and i got talked into buying
a dessert and i cried about it when i got home.

i wish he were closer; i wish he could drive down and sit
in my bed with me and read me bedtime stories and tell me
everything would be okay.
i wish people would stop talking about colleges.
i wish i wasn't scared.

she woke me up with a bang bang
looking over cross-eyed
had a big hunch that the world was a big lie
when I got up all the blood to my head
I got so dizzy fell back into my bed
I went over to the way side
looking for the high tide
what will I find will I find will I find find
all I saw was a man that had a hat that had a pom-pom
he's been there for years
can someone tell me how long

wake up to tell me
wake up to show me what I could not find
wake up to tell me
wake up to show me what I could not...

you see this woman woke me up at a quarter to three
and I didn't know it then but she put a spell on me
said I had to go down to where the cliffs meet the sea
and meet an old man to present my plea
so I headed way down to the big pier (big pier)
to await and confront my big fear (big fear)
I wheeled around behind to my blindside
to find an old man with a lime and a kind eye
said mister, mister with your beard so long
won't you be a saint and tell me
just where I'm going
he pointed to a conk shell and then to the lime
and said this is all I really need to get by

wake up to tell me
wake up to show me what I could not find
wake up to tell me
wake up to show me what I could not...

hey mister man
I know you don't know who you think I think I am
but I can safely say
that I should've been sleeping been sleeping been sleeping been
sleeping the day away
hey, hey

I said excuse me, have you got the time
he shrugged his shoulders
said get a spine
coconut hit me on the head jonesin' for a fig
I got booked last night, I need another fix
just then I see a twinkle twinkle in the old man's eye
and a wave tossed bottle is thrown to the sky
I caught it on the rebound
it landed with a soft sound
I took out the message, put the bottle down
inside was the antidote to the spell
I read it to the man cause he couldn't read so well
said don't worry about a thing
you know your path is true
just ease your mind, have a banana or two
well goodness goodness, woe is me
the man nearly flipped to learn that he was free
but just before we left and started kicking it
I picked up the bottle and star sixed it
kick kick shuffle shuffle back to the beach
with a tune on my lips and my quest in reach
if that woman comes to you with her song so sweet,
say damn
let the poor sucker sleep

wake up to tell me
wake up to show me what I could not find
wake up to tell me
wake up to show me what I could not find

history. stress. wish i had a banana. remember the bananas?