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Wake Up Sir
Oh the life of an artiste can be so very triste
Sometimes you wish you had a friend along
So I made myself a man, to lend a helping hand
And here’s the story written in a song
Wake up, sir. open your eyes
Time to sally forth into another adventure
Good choice Jeeves, my butterfly tie
Let’s pilot our Caprice into another disaster
As you shave in the mirror, don’t make an error
Let Errol Flynn reflect your grin
Oh the places you’ll go if you follow your nose
From Uncle Irwin’s house straight into the Rose
A bath in Sharon Springs among the Hasidim
Would be just the thing to set us straight
I must admit to you, I lost an hour or two
A human hill wanted me killed a nd beat up my face
Wake up sir, and may I suggest
That your dipsomania has gotten the best of you
You’re quite right, as usual Jeeves
Packa valise ofblazers please for now we must flee
A dapper man like this deserves at least one kiss
From a sexy, big-nosed colonist
A kiss would be superb but what I would prefer
Is more along the lines of nasalingus
These days everyone’s using a vernacular
That’s frankly inarticulate and unspectacular
The Kraft is Ebbing, as you know / so they say
So many questions, The Jew and the Homo
With no one to answer but my trusty valet
But no one’s looking for an answer anyway
Wake up sir, It’s time to wake up
Little tiny crabs are crawling on your pubis
Good God Jeeves, I should be shot
The gods have punished me for being drunken and foolish
Cheer up, sir and get in the car
Montreal’s lovely and not too far
Thank you Jeeves you’re too good to be true
Just like this story I made up about you (song)
Wake up sir, you’re driving too fast / do we really exist / am I losing my mind / hair
Was it only a dream / are we going to crash / is reality real / is it all in my mind
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He sits there grey and statue-like
Still as stone and not so bright
But he lays down the law
And pulls the reigns so tight
His voice is cold and thick with hate
As I drop my pickle to the plate
Like lowering my sword
And we continue our debate
One more round again
Will I go down again
Battling uncle lobster eyes
Up against his oyster eyes
Who will be the winner
Will there ever be a winner
Will there ever be a winner of this fight
He says to me “You must be insane…
What on earth has gone wrong in your brain?
You talk to yourself and play solitaire
But we know you’ve been drinking again”
I say “It’s the road or rehab for me…
I’ll take to the road and then you’ll see
That I don’t need your tough love decree
Please leave me alone and let me be free”
One more round again
Will I go down again
Battling uncle lobster eyes
Up against his oyster eyes
Who will be the winner
Will there ever be a winner
Will there ever be a winner of this fight
Spoken: Then he raises his head and …Here we go….
One more round again
Will I go down again
Battling uncle lobster eyes
Up against his oyster eyes
Who will be the winner
Will I ever be a winner
Will there ever be a winner of this fight
Will there ever be a winner of this fight
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Who cares what you wanted and never got.
Who cares that life was not what you thought.
Who cares that you're not who you were going to be
Forget the past and its indignities.
Take my hand and
walk with me.
This is not a new start.
We’re too old and too smart
to pretend that we get more than what we got
Leave ambition to beginners
Let’s go get some dinner…
And go for a walk.
Walk with me
We can move slow.
There’s nowhere to go.
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I NEED A WALKER
I want a walker, a cleaner, a giver a taker
A talker, redeemer, decision maker
A conversation refresher who’s good under pressure,
A forgiver, forgetter, for worse or for better
A good time supplier, fear denyer
doom distractor, luck attractor who's quick with the laughter.
A self esteem booster, a girl can get used to.
I need a permission giver, a life affirmer with vigor.
A road opener for when I want to go
A slow motioner for when I don’t.
Is there someone who says what he believes
Someone whose very presence relieves
Who can roll up his sleeves
give as much as he receives?
Really knows how to please
Say, is your name Jeeves?
I want a walker, a cleaner, a giver a taker
A talker, redeemer, decision maker
A conversation refresher who’s good under pressure,
A forgiver, forgetter, for worse or for better
Distract me from all I want to forget.
If you’ve got the skills, I’ve got the check.
Don’t you never leave me alone
I’m just flesh and bones
and all these hormones.
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HIlary Downes - Lullaby
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Lullaby (inspired by Wake Up, Sir)
little one, you’re tired
little one, you’re blue
when darkness comes, she covers you
stories in your head
stakes in your heart
insanity, or is it art
you want escape
in dreams you’re found
by the crushed grape
in its waters drown
go to sleep, my love
go where you’re free
and lose your mind as you lose your keys
half of you is self
half of you is breath
your brain cells meet untimely death
you want escape
in dreams you’re found
by the crushed grape
in its waters drown
taking flight on
the tips of wing
where busts are bronze and
serotonin springs
you want escape
in dreams you’re found
by the crushed grape
in its waters drown
wrecked from the start
straight to your heart
wrecked from the start
the way to your heart
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Splitting
Wake up. Wake.
Wake up. Wake.
Forgot how to become yourself
And you find that you're sure there's no one else
To let you know you used to know
Try to remember
The way to find your other mind
Bind them together
Wake up. Wake.
Wake up sir. Wake.
And when kindness makes you fall apart
Because love makes it hard to hurt yourself
But in the dark it's just a spark
Try to remember
The way you find the other mind
Bind them together
So broken
Can this broken mirror break your fall?
Forgot how to become yourself
And you find that you're sure you've got me
To let you know you used to know
Try to remember
The way to find your other mind
Bind them together
But in the dark it's just a spark
Try to remember
The way you find the other mind
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Jonathan Ames
06:16
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The Bushwick Book Club Brooklyn, New York
We started in January 2009 playing songs written in response to Kurt Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions. We haven't stopped since. We've written & performed songs inspired by everything from "On The Origin of Species" to Dr. Seuss to Raymond Carver. There are BBCs popping up nationwide now. Bushwick Book Club Seattle started in 2010 & is run by Geoff Larson. Our nerdy dare-devilry knows no bounds. ... more
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