A Street In a Strange World

You Can Call Me Al

A man walks down the street
He says, “Why am I soft in the middle now?
Why am I soft in the middle?
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don’t want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard”
Bonedigger, bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly, Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don’t find this stuff
Amusing anymore

If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long-lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty, when you call me
You can call me Al

A man walks down the street
He says, “Why am I short of attention?
Got a short little span of attention
And, woe my nights are so long
Where’s my wife and family?
What if I die here?
Who’ll be my role model
Now that my role model is
Gone gone?”
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations

If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long-lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty, when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al

A man walks down the street
It’s a street in a strange world
Maybe it’s the third world
Maybe it’s his first time around
He doesn’t speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound, the sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages

He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says, “Amen!” and “Hallelujah!”

If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long-lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty, when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me

Na na na na …

If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty

© 1986 Words and Music by Paul SimonRead More »

Like Holy Wine

A Case of You

Just before our love got lost you said
“I am as constant as a northern star”
And I said “Constantly in the darkness
Where’s that at?
If you want me I’ll be in the bar”

On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
With your face sketched on it twice
Oh you’re in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you darling
Still I’d be on my feet
oh I would still be on my feet

Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I’m frightened by the devil
And I’m drawn to those ones that ain’t afraid

I remember that time you told me you said
“Love is touching souls”
Surely you touched mine
‘Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time
Oh, you’re in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said
“Go to him, stay with him if you can
But be prepared to bleed”

Oh but you are in my blood
You’re my holy wine
You’re so bitter, bitter and so sweet

Oh, I could drink a case of you darling
Still I’d be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

© 1970; Joni Mitchell

From BlueRead More »

An Erotic Dream World

Visage Leonor Fini

Leonor

Leonor Fini, who has died in Paris, age eighty-seven could

Justifiably be called the last to go up to a surrealist heaven

Born in Buenos Aires of Italian and Slav parentage

She was brought up in Trieste

In the circle of James Joyce and Rainer Maria Rilke

Leonor

Leonor

Leonor

She moved to Paris in 1931 and quickly was received enthusiastically

Some say that it had more to do with her improper sense of dress than her talent or her diligence

She joined the cafe meetings of

Breton and Cartier-Bresson, Max Ernst, Paul Eluard, Georges Bataille

Their misogyny really irritated her

But she wasn’t one to let it cramp her style

Leonor

Leonor

Leonor

At the outbreak of war, Leonor moved to Monte Carlo

And fell in love with a count who was in the service of the Fascists

She persuaded him to leave and later on she fell in love again

The three of them set up house and lived forty years as friends

leonor fini 10

They say that she created an erotic dream world

Where women are disguised as the sphinx

The image of the female self

Subverting the male’s dialogue with his dick

Leonor (one more time!)

Leonor (go, girl!)

Leonor

Superb food, prepared by her constant companion, chef and secretary Rafael Martinez

Would be served, also shared with her eighteen exotic cats

All encouraged to roam and help themselves

Woe betide the visitor who tried to intervene

Leonor Fini remained her own person, an independent women of great talent and presence

Until the end.

~ Music & lyrics by Katell Keineg

Leonor-Fini-Seven-Cats
‘Seven Cats’ by Leonor Fini

Read More »

They Paved Paradise

Lyrics are so important to me and that’s why I’ll never be a fan of the Foo Fighters. The lyrics of this Joni Mitchell number (perhaps her most famous) are near perfect in the they lead up to the point of the song, all the while giving you examples of it (‘That you don’t know what you’ve got ‘Til it’s gone.’) And until you get to the crux of the matter, you’re wondering about that mysterious ‘big yellow taxi’. A love story with a film noir vibe and an environmental message – I should use it as a prompt at one of my creative writing classes.Read More »

All I Feel Is the Cold That You Left

Song for a Blue Guitar

When everything we felt fails
And some music soft and distant sails
But it don’t sound like it did before
Then I know I’m left with nothing more
Than my own soul

When pretty pictures face back
But your coats aren’t hanging on the rack
And blue water turns to
A place I can’t get to, a place that I can’t

In the room all I feel is the cold that you left
Through the air all I see is your face full of blame
What’s left to see
What’s there to see …

In the room all I feel is the cold that you left
Through the air all I see is your face full of blame
What’s left to see, what’s left to see …

 

Songwriter
Mark Kozelek