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I balance on water like there's something inside

I Balance On Water Like There’s Something Inside

Life…rambunctious and scary
Hats…climactic and bloody
JACK-didactic and pretty
Rum balls-regular itty bitty and shitty

So much so much
It’s time to snow this much
It’s time to show this much

Show the mulch, the candy dand,
the plain you who does what she’s gotta do.
Show the dances on stage every time you paddle canoe,
every time you wink and choose,
every allowance,
every sing of the achoos.

Show the poems, every one of them,
show the battles
show the lack of bottles,
show the octopus,
remember the game he has to play-
show the octopus everywhere you go-
say I do everything and I do things slow.
I do everything and slow is how I go.
Sell the world your secrets at the rodeo,
at the park,
most of all, in the dark.
Tell them you do things your own way
and pray and pray and pray and pray and pray…

Now what’s left is a cherry or two,
a blue striped canoe, a blue striped shoe.

I ought to call mi madre today to say hey and thank you and have a nice day.
I need more computer time on my own time,
more work and alone time,
more caterpillar and roam time.
More decency, more dilution, more solution.

Psychadelia is the way to play in the rhinoceros hay.
Wow I’m in pain as I bleed for the second day,
and rehearse my dolphin splay,
my dolphin “hooray”
as I splash the waters surface,
as I jump rope on the tide,
as I balance on water,
like there’s some thing inside.
The way to play is the way to get paid.

remember your friends

The never-ending shadow
The ever-lasting moan
The teacher who tattled
The Rembrandt who disowned
His moan
He disowned his moan
For the sake of a pay telephone
He disowned his moan
To talk to me on the drone
Remember kids, there’s no time for fun!
A treaty must be won!
A tattletaler brought everything he ever won
Besides-the rum

She decided to drop the wine-every time
The clock hit nine
She decided to run to Greece
Just to visit her niece!
She decided to swim to shore
And live like a kid forever more
She swam around time,
And pennies and dimes

“Electrify”-the snake hissed
“Electrify” he hissed and hissed.
The lovebirds pecked their final kiss.
It was bliss for the showers
Bliss for the showers
Hell for 24 hours and then bliss for the showers
And of course the peanut cups-
Remember the small ones?
Remember this didn’t start
With-
Lust?

It started with a crust, a pie pan,
land and a plan
you filled it with your frosting and
forever we ran…

This is where it ends
In Heaven we’re all friends-and
We don’t worry we don’t have time for our friends-
Nope
We don’t worry we don’t have time for
Our friends
For friendship never ends
Sewing the stitches of humanity,
In the end, we will all, re-friend!

(Curtains down. Curtains up for curtain call)

Curtain Call song:
Remember your friends, oh remember your friends (over and over for each bow set)

Love's Necessary Rebellions

Love’s Necessary Rebellions

Maybe it’s the Winter that makes me break away
Maybe it’s the Summer sun that taught me how to pray
Maybe it’s the music that I shook out with a rattle
Maybe it’s the ache I cannot feel because I left the battlefield
Or is it the tuning itself that needs an adjustment?
Or is it just me?

How I climbed an oak tree to the top, and pop,
our whole love affair changed.
I knew I needed to fall off the top of the oak and hit the ground,
I knew I needed to remember what was down there,
to pick a blueberry from a bush.
A key, a tangerine, an apple and misery,
I sense misery and honest to Jesus I like it,
I will no longer fear to love as you did Christ
And I will pick pebbles from the dirt and string them on necklaces.

What if you do just the right thing tomorrow?
Give me just the right gift or kiss
or make me feel just the right way?
Well then will I forget about these words with relief?

I just may I just may
but the words are here now, heavy, I mean them,
I need them.

Tha Ball's On Drop

The Ball’s On Drop

Drip drop
Tick top
Cleanse and rectify the ball on the crop
Drip drop
click drop
ramble on and on and on to the rummage shop

tick top,
the ball’s on clop-
the M&Ms, the candy fries,
the ball’s on drop

The ball goes round and it goes round till you’re
sitting in sop
the ball’s been dropped
the mu-sic stopped
the ache goes on and on until you’ve reached the top
I sang a song, I sang a song
Rehearsed and curse for all along the
fryer had been on.
So I turned it off.
Everyday we sit around and say
The balls up top,
The ball is a flop
And then everything is drop and pop

Drip drop
It ne-ver stops.
And round and round and round and round
Till we’re over the
Top

We slip away
Into the night to pray
And then we stop

The bird flops and crops with the weight of a mor-ning mop
The bird flops and crops
When the ball’s on mop
The balls been stopped
The mess has been mopped
The kids go round and round with the hope
That they’ll get stopped

The joy’s on top
The bubble’s been popped
The rant goes on and on until we’ve all been cropped
And stopped
The rent’s been topped
The music stopped
The raven propped primped and primed up for
The girl with the mop

The style is sopped
The carnival chopped
The Canterbury illusory version of wopped
The reels been clocked
The telephone tocked
Nevermind it all! he called
And called and called and called
Why do it now when it’s been done?
Why call a clown to have some fun?
Rush to the table, look under the table!
The kids are crowded looking at ma-ple!

The ball’s been popped
The envelope stopped
The tree grows higher and higher and then
reaches the top
and she stopped! She stopped! She stopped! (ecstatically)
The pot’s been dropped
It’s been dropped
IT’S BEEN DROPPED (screaming loudly and ecstatically)

Drop me, swap me but
Ne-ver crop me.

She remembers her cup
And picks it from the top
And picks and picks and picks
Un-til it’s all been chopped
She’s stopped! She..ees STOPPED
(end song suddenly, stage lights dim. The green and the goblin next)