you call that hard? mmm...gimme you call this cold? mmm...gimme that's nothing
come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on let me into your temple come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on I want into your temple
mmm...gimme mmm...gimme mmm...gimme come on come on mmm...gimme
you call that far? mmm...gimme you call that hot? you call that darkness? mmm...gimme well, it's not
come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on let me into a temple come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on I want into the temple the temple the temple the temple
come on come on come on come on
stop. mmm...gimme I mean....go mmm...gimme mmm...gimme
you call that loving? mmm...gimme you call that rain? mmm...gimme you call that giving? mmm...gimme you call this pain? mmm...gimme you call that rough? mmm...gimme you call that sad? mmm...gimme you call that tough? well, it's not tough enough
come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on let me into your temple come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on I want into your temple come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on let me into the temple come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on come on I want into the temple
There is a girl out on the sea Floating on a pink surfboard With a picnic lunch and parasol Sitting there like a typical girl
You don't know me but I've been watching you all day. I thought that by ignoring you perhaps you'd go away. I thought it was just too much sun as I faced out across the bay. Hearing all these voices telling me how to spend my day. Then I turned around and I saw you standing there. Talking all this time. Talking like you care. It's been ten years and you haven't gone away. So I'm finally speaking up. It's time to have my say.
First of all, my name isn't Mimi. It's Ruth. Ruth-Mimadoni-Castradicus-Phaterpithecus-Triumvatini. And I come from a family of ten children. A tomboy. The youngest. I learned to fight before I learned to walk. To fight for my place in a space without grace. All cannons open by the age of two. By six I ruled the schoolyard. By fourteen I ruled the shopping malls. Loud. Active. Restless. Arrogant. Aggressive. And STRONG.
I couldn't understand these flimsy things called 'teenage girls'. They scattered before me like ineffective dolls. So I bullied them even more in my consternation. Trying to make them break out. Trying to beat them into consciousness. And then one day, I was working on this little bit of a thing. Trying to whip her into three dimensions. She was shaking and looking confused. Way beyond her ken. I was just about to give her one last kick, when all of a sudden, she got real silent. I mean, REAL silent.
And from somewhere faraway, someone called my name.
RUTH-MIMADONI-CASTRADICUS-PHATERPITHICUS-TRIUMVATINI. And a pink surfboard was handed to me. And a voice said "her name will be Mimi". And they gently urged me forward to the edge of the water.
And we moved out onto the sea, Mimi and me. And the language between us was wordless and hung in the air. And I spent a lot of time thinking about chains that bound the others but not me. And then I started to feel so trapped by feeling oh-so-free.
And some days I hated the pink. I HATED the pink. Pink for weakness and girls and little posies. Pink for subjugation, oppression, asexuality, moral shrivenness, ignorance, and painted toesies.
And yet it's pink that is my friend out here. Out on the sea that I'm learning to fear.
Pink that's showing me the way. Learning how to NOT have my say. To hear what YOU might have to say.
Stand up, Mimi. Stand up.
And so you're saying 'stand up' to a natural athlete. It's MUCH harder for me to sit here feeling oh-so-incomplete.
Something strange occurred On the local beach that day One girl paddled out to sea The other slowly walked away
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi I scan for the both of us I scan the horizon for you, Mimi I stand and scan on the strand of sand stand and scan on the strand of sand
but first I'm sitting over here see that gaggle of guys and girls a typical day at the beach well, typical 'til I make my speech
there is a girl out on the sea floating on a pink surfboard with a picnic lunch and parasol sitting there like a typical girl
this is not a locker room and that's a surfboard --- not a yacht the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there
one girl laughs at skinny guys someone else points out a queer they're all jocks --- both guys and girls press the button --- take your cue
and see the girl with perfect teeth she picks up lonely guys in bars then she takes off when they've bought her drinks don't you have money? I ask of course I do...
this is not a locker room and that's a surfboard --- not a yacht the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there
but the day was faultless in beauty pitched on tropical scenery stretched from white sand up to the open sky down to the shining sea again and then back to me and Mimi on the beach Mimi on the beach Mimi and me...
I'm still sitting over there one guy just got up and brayed they wag their words --- they're all in heat I can ignore it --- just don't steam up the view
Mimi's still out on the sea floating on a pink surfboard she's checking out her arms and legs in case her casing's getting burnt
this is not a locker room and that's a surfboard --- not a yacht the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there
but the day was faultless in beauty pitched on tropical scenery stretched from white sand
up to the open sky down to the shining sea again and then back to me and Mimi on the beach Mimi on the beach Mimi and me...
you don't know me but I've been watching you all day and I've come to the edge of the water now to have my say the picnic lunch is off throw your parasol away put your belly to the board, Mimi, and paddle out to sea then turn the board around, Mimi, until you're facing me then you wait for the waves to start building for the valleys to deepen and the mountains to increase in height and when the right times comes, Mimi you grab the edges of the board with your hands lift yourself up and stand there and see as fasr as you can see stand up, Mimi STAND UP
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi I scan for the both of us I scan the horizon for you, Mimi I stand and scan on the strand of sand stand and scan on the strand of sand
the great leveller is coming and he's not going to stop to take your pulse and he's not going to ask you why you're the way you are and I think that's the worst part you never get a chance to explain yourself and he's going to take those mountains and shove them into the valleys until there's nothing left except a vast expanse and you'll float there, Mimi on the flat Sargasso Sea of your soul and if they pull you away from your bleaching pink surfboard and stretch you across the wind you'll make no sound wet leaves on a dry map nothing, nobody the great leveller or the great escape?
but the day was faultless in beauty pitched on tropical scenery stretched from white sand up to the open sky down to the shining sea again and then back to me and Mimi on the beach Mimi on the beach Mimi and me...
there is a girl out on the sea floating on a pink surfboard a parasol floats nearby the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there
the squirrel crossed the road like a ribbon on a fan and the afternoon cicada threw a spell across this land and the waves rolled off the Georgian rocks and threw a friend upon the sand
oh None now I understand that the searching never stops until you have a man in mind second booth the King's Head leave the ordinary men behind go ask them to play all the glorious love songs they can find
as for you, Dewar now I understand that the searching never stops until you have a drink in hand drinking to your gloom in the slow-whirl licensed room ah, yes - she was lovely you told us (many times) 'neath the moon
the squirrel crossed the road like a ribbon on a fan...
oh Madam now I understand that the searching never stops until things are out of hand then you jump up to heaven pull down the wrath of God you're alive when men are falling down suspended when they're not
and oh Thomas
now I understand that the searching never stops until you are a man whether early morning hunting deer or women in the sand that measured raging overdrive makes you feel alive a man
the squirrel crossed the road like a ribbon on a fan...
oh Sal now I understand that the searching never stops until you're in a foreign land haunting yourself at Delphi or melting in Lausanne or good times in Marbella (yes - you have a lovely tan)
and Oh Little One now I understand that your searching never stops until you leave your head you want peace thank God you laugh at what your friends said they said - barefoot in the Himalayas he'll just find his feet have spread but in you I have greatest faith
the squirrel crossed the road like a ribbon on a fan and the afternoon cicada threw a spell across this land and the waves rolled off the Georgian rocks and threw a friend upon the sand
would you believe me if I said that you're the one that I've been waiting for for so long? and I've sailed my ship 'cross some stormy seas looking for my love while my love waits for me
ah but what darkness in the hearts of men goodbye sweet pumpkinhead
would you believe me if I said that you're the one that I've been waiting for for so long?
I've pushed you away and I've pulled you down but here you still are. your love is so strong
would you believe me if I said that you're the one that I've been waiting for for so long? and I've sailed my ship 'cross some stormy seas looking for my love looking for my love while my love waits for me
Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee All through the night Guardian angels God will send thee All through the night Soft the drowsy hours are creeping Hill and dale in slumber sleeping I my loving vigil keeping All through the night
While the moon her watch is keeping All through the night While the weary world is sleeping All through the night O'er thy spirit gently stealing Visions of delight revealing Breathes a pure and holy feeling All through the night
Though I roam a minstrel lonely All through the night My true harp shall praise sing only All through the night
Love's young dream, alas, is over Yet my strains of love shall hover Near the presence of my lover All through the night
Hark, a solemn bell is ringing Clear through the night Thou, my love, art heavenward winging Home through the night Earthly dust from off thee shaken Soul immortal shalt thou awaken With thy last dim journey taken Home through the night
Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee All through the night Guardian angels God will send thee All through the night Soft the drowsy hours are creeping Hill and dale in slumber sleeping I my loving vigil keeping All through the night
love is trembling - trembling like the little bird we hold within our hands love is bending - bending towards the worried brow - here, let me wipe away your tears love is kneeling - above the broken body the ever-upturned face love is missing all the words are broken, help me i cannot find my way, no, i can't i need you love, come on love
will you sail 'cross the water and lay your wisdom down? and love will you sail 'cross the water and tell us what you found? and love will you sail 'cross the water and hold us when we drown? and love will you sail 'cross the water? is anybody listening...?
love is trembling - trembling like the leaves above the baby's bed love is streaming - streaming with the tears that we cannot seem to shed love is frozen - frozen in the figure they just pulled from the subway grate love is a burning - burning with the anger that we all feel, against which we kneel, our faces pressed into the lap of loneliness, come on love
will you sail 'cross the water and lay your wisdom down? and love will you sail 'cross the water and tell us what you found? and love will you sail 'cross the water and hold us when we drown? and love will you sail 'cross the water?
are we not willing? are we not trying? are we not trusting? are we not crying? are we not children? are we not stumbling? are we not wondering? are we not?
oh, sail 'cross the water and lay your wisdom down? and love will you sail 'cross the water and tell us what you found? and love will you sail 'cross the water and hold us when we drown? and love will you sail 'cross the water?
are we not willing? are we not bending? are we not frozen? are we not trembling? are we not children? are we not trying? are we not wondering? are we not?
Oh Oh love is trembling... love is trembling... love is trembling... love is trembling...
maybe it was to learn how to love maybe it was to learn how to leave maybe it was for the games we played maybe it was to learn how to choose maybe it was to learn how to lose or maybe it was for the love we made
oh, love is everything they said it would be love made sweet and sad the same but love forgot to make me too blind to see you're chickening out aren't you? you're bangin' on the beach like an old tin drum i can't wait 'til you make the whole kingdom come so i'm leaving
maybe it was to learn how to fight maybe it was for the lesson in pride maybe it was for the cowboys' ways or maybe it was to learn not to lie or maybe it was to learn how to cry or maybe it was for the love we made
oh, love is everything they said it would be love did not hold back the reins but love forgot to make me too blind to see you're chickening out aren't you? you're bangin' on the beach like an old tin drum i can't wait 'til you make the whole kingdom come so i'm leaving
first he turns to you then he turns to her so you try to hurt him back but it breaks your body down so you try to love bigger bigger still but it... it's too late
so take a lesson from the strangeness you feel and know you'll never be the same and find it in your heart to kneel down and say i gave my love didn't i? and i give it big...sometimes and i gave it in my own sweet time i'm just leaving
love is everything... love is everything... love is everything... love is everything... love is everything... love is everything...
Santa Maria, Santa Teresa, Santa Anna, Santa Susannah Santa Cecilia, Santa Copelia, Santa Domenica, Mary Angelica Frater Achad, Frater Pietro, Julianus, Petronilla Santa, Santos, Miroslaw, Vladimir and all the rest
Oh, a man is placed upon the steps, and a baby cries and high above you can hear the church bells start to ring and as the heaviness, oh the heaviness, the body settles in somewhere you can hear a mother sing then it's one foot then the other as you step out onto the road of hope step out on the road how much weight? how much? then it's how long? and how far? and how many times oh, before it's too late?
calling all angels calling all angels walk me through this one don't leave me alone calling all angels calling all angels we're tryin' and we're hopin' but we're not sure how...
ah, and every day you gaze upon the sunset with such love and intensity why it's ah, it's almost as if you could only crack the code then you'd finally understand what this all means
ah, but if you could...do you think you would trade in all, all the pain and suffering? ah, but then you'd miss the beauty of the light upon this earth and the sweetness of the leaving
calling all angels calling all angels walk me through this one don't leave me alone calling all angels calling all angels we're tryin' and we're hopin' but we're not sure...
calling all angels calling all angels calling all angels calling all angels walk me through this one walk me through this one don't leave me alone calling all angels calling all angels we're tryin' we're hopin' we're hurtin' we're lovin' we're cryin' we're callin' cause we're not sure how this goes
you watch the slow train moving through the city late at night adjusting back and forth against the darkness and street lights I know that you're feeling bad but I'm glad you didn't lie easy to get caught up...but you know you can always you can always you can always walk away
the life is the red wagon rolling along the life is the red wagon simple and strong the life is the red...is the red... oh, it's no big deal but when the feet are draggin'
you pull me and I pull for you you pull me and I pull for you
past the teeming marketplace and the blur of faces there past the silent dockyards
and the darkness looming there maybe it won't work this time but that's the risk you take (and you want to take it) and just as long as it feels right doesn't matter just as long as... doesn't matter ...gotta feel good even though you don't know why
the life is the red wagon rolling along the life is the red wagon simple and strong the life is the red...is the red... oh, it's no big deal but when the feet are draggin'
you pull me and i pull for you you pull me and i pull for you
everything reminds me of my dog the guy in the store reminds me of my dog telephones remind me of my dog...yoohoo taxicabs remind me too
if you remind me of my dog we'll probably git along little doggie git along git along little doggie git a...
smiling at strangers reminds me of my dog (better let them know you're friendly) the way people dress reminds me too pissing on their favourite tree sad things remind me of my dog cockroaches and other insects remind me too, don't eat them the blank expression of the little boy with thick glasses who picks himself up from the sidewalk and stands there blinking in the sun ho oh!
if you remind me of my dog we'll probably git along little doggie git along git along little doggie git a...
like the man on the subway sitting across from me and every time I looked at him he smiled and by the time I got to the end of the subway line I 'd given him at least ...oh...25 cookies
guys in bars remind me of my dog the way it takes you so long to choose the perfect table
if you remind me of my dog we'll probably git along little doggie git along git along little doggie git a...
me and my ferocious dog
we're walking down the street and everyone we meet says "ach yer a goot doogie !... "ach yer a goot doogie!..." "ach yer a goot doogie!..."
except when we go for a walk to get the Sunday paper I stand there and read the headlines he reads the wind sometimes he hits a funny smell and laughs I hate it when he does that- I feel so dumb what? what? I say
everything reminds me of my dog beautiful things sunsets remind me of my dog Gina go to your window Einstein reminds me of me dog I want to pat his fluffy head this whole world reminds me of my dog my dog reminds me of this whole world do I remind you of a dog? (thump thump) I do? (faster thump thump) skyscrapers remind me of my dog sitting in the tall grass waiting for a rabbit guys in red cameros too it's getting to be a habit artists remind me of my dog staking out their originality on the nearest tree old folks remind me of my dog my dog reminds old people of their dogs (Barfy, Ruffo, Beanhead) Gina says I remind her of the dog the that way I just did that golfers teeing off remind me of my dog the way he sits by me and shifts on his front paws
what is it you want? look at it... do you want to go for a walk? do you want a cookie? do you want me to dial the number for you?
I'm bound by the fire I'm bound by the beauty I'm bound by desire I'm bound by the duty
I'm coming back in 500 years And the first thing I'm gonna do when I get back here Is to see these things I love And they'd better be here, better be here, better be here
And first I'm going to find a forest And stand there in the trees And kiss the fragrant forest floor And lie down in the leaves And listen to the birds sing The sweetest sound you'll ever hear
And everything the dappled Everything the birds Everything the earthness Everything the verdant, the verdant, the verdant, the verdant green
I'm bound by the fire I'm bound by the beauty I'm bound by desire I'm bound by the duty
I'm coming back in 500 years And the first thing I'm gonna do when I get back here Is to see these things I love And they'd better be here, better be here, better be here
And then I'm going to find an open field And lie down in the flowers And then I'm going to find a guitar And play, play, play for hours And then I'm going to find a river To see what kind of body in
And everything the granite Everything the kiss Everything the earthness Everything the verdant, the verdant, the verdant, the verdant dream
I'm bound by the beauty I'm bound by desire I'm bound to keep returning I'm bound by the beauty
so I go down to the lobby and everybody stares they say take off that foolish hat what man? I say
so I go down to the lobby and everybody stares they say take off that foolish hat put down that chair
so I go down to the lobby and everyone's still there and they say the snow is getting deeper don't go out there you can't leave him like that go back upstairs
so I run down the fire-escape I leap into the air and I say - I thought I'd like to fly I needed air
so I run down the main street
I knock some people down and they say...I know their lips are moving I hear no sound five geese flew down beside me
I ran along I don't know what you're saying I'm not unfair so I go down to the lobby and everyone's still there and they say take off that foolish hat put down that chair and they say this is your darkest hour this is my finest moment you can't leave him like that he'll be okay.
red high heels is the way I feels got the sways and reels going home red high heels and the church bells peal cross the snowy fields going home
I walk down these aisles nobody's here - just me and the birds in the belfry murmuring murmuring
I took all your letters strung together a white river of love and kneeling trailing trailing
well, I don't know I'm on my own again start alone end alone so my love maybe I'm glad I met you on the way...
I walk up these aisles nobody's here-just me and the doves up above me murmuring murmuring
where could you be now? could you be that far? are you still thinking of me... listening listening
well, I don't care if I'm on my own again start alone end alone so my love I guess I'm glad I met you on the way...
red high heels...
I walk down these aisles nobody's here-trust me is it already gone now? and the bells start to ring
better get outside before they arrive ('scuse me) merry Christmas and Easter snow falling falling well, I don't care if I'm on my own again start alone end alone so my love I guess I'm glad I met you on the way...
red high heels is the way I feels got the sways and reels going home red high heels and the church bells peal and the children steal going home
red high heels is the way I feels and I teeter off cross the parking lot I could steal your heart but I don't know who... I could make you mine such a tall street light love is what I say it won't go away
la la lala... maybe I'll lie down here and watch the stars awhile and these red high heels I can still see them they're the only thing that's real in these frozen fields yeah yeah...
The water is wide, I can't cross o'er And neither have I wings to fly Build me a boat that can carry two And two shall row, my love and I
There is a ship that sails the sea It's laden deep as deep can be But not as deep as the love I'm in I know not if I sink or swim
And when we've come to life's sweet end Two hearts which naught but death could part
Will we be wed in a life to come Or must we lie, the water wide Or must we lie fore'er apart?
The water is wide, I can't cross o'er And neither have I wings to fly Build me a boat that can carry two And both shall row Two hearts shall flow My love and I
