Cunning Stunts

[Cap'n Blackett]

I'm getting nervous that I've got too many pots on the fire. My job takes up at least 50 hours of my week. I start my new improv class in 2 weeks (which means I MUST see more shows) and I'm sure there will be some sort of practice group that comes of that. I have a sweet chance to do voice-over work for the Maxim Channel on Sirius, but I have to write and record a ton of stuff for it. I am trying to write a show with Jeff and Mo (Mo and I have the rough sketch of it, but we really need to put it all down on paper). And I want to start producing "content" for the radio (2 awesome, top secret projects that could turn into something big). I also have to get my short film finished and re-edit my book of poetry and start submitting that all over the place. Oh yeah, and I got some of my mosaic lighting sculptures out and I need to start making those again because there's a demand for them and I think they're beautiful and they bring me lots of pleasure. It's all looming ahead of me and I'm trying to figure out how to do it all, AND keep a semblance of a social life, never mind keeping my monkey happy. I will figure it out. I have to.

I want to start writing about the amazing things I hear in the elevator and on the train every fucking day. I can't believe that people don't realize what horrible assholes they sound like to the rest of the world. Today in the elevator a man complimented an elderly woman on her faux Burberry rainboots. He asked if she knew what UGGs were and she answered that UGGs are so last year that she'd rather be dead than wear them (as if Burberry isn't soooo 8 years ago). ANOTHER woman in the elevator was wearing UGGs!!! Her (the UGG-wearer's) face turned bright red and I felt horrible. I kept trying to think of something sharp to retort on the UGG-wearer's behalf, but I couldn't until the bitchy woman's stop came up. As the doors were closing behind her, I said, "Thanks for the fashion tip, Madame. I see that Wayland left his arm up your ass when he dumped you in the truckstop." I don't even know what I meant by that (beside that she was old and ugly). And I don't think the girl was old enough to know who Wayland Flowers is, but we both laughed really hard, until the elevator stopped on her floor and she thanked me and exited.

 

[Cap'n Blackett]

Things are pretty good in my world. I got a call from the messenger center this morning and I grumbled a little, because I spend a fair chunk of time every day going up and down in elevators to get/give packages from/to my bosses, and I'd just been there. So I made myself get up and leave the IRC. I had to ride down with a really dumb guy who works in the mailroom and repeats himself a lot, so I was feeling even more grumbly. Until I got there and saw that Jed had sent me a couple dozen tulips with a wonderful card--just because. I'm a week or so away from my birthday, but it wasn't for that. People kept asking what he'd done wrong--oh everyone's a cynic.

So as if that wasn't cool enough, I was on a cig break later and my friend Paul says, isn't that Rita Rudner, as a tiny lady, flanked by 2 big guys, walked into our building. It was not. It was actually ANDREA MARTIN--one of my all-time heroines. I didn't trust myself to approach her, I didn't know what I might do. So I went to the cafeteria for chicken noodle soup. I should have salaamed her. My bad.

Later, one of my buddies at work searched until he found 2 songs I've been dying to hear and burned them for me.

Life is grand.

We're having a game night tomorrow with some of my dearest ducks. I wish Tebbe didn't live so far, but the good news is that if I'm super-lucky, she'll be haulin her sweet can up here from Delaware for my birthday. It looks like it will be another party at McMannus this year for me--I'm too tired to try to plan anything spectacular. It'll be comfy, and I guess that's all you can really hope for, when planning a party--comfort.

I'm so tired and have a bad tummy today. I really just want to get into bed. I'm seriously considering leaving early today, which is so lame, since I have only 2 hours left before I am supposed to go. If I wasn't so brain-dead, I'd write an overheard on the train story, but it'll keep for another day.

 

[Cap'n Blackett]

When I got into work on Friday, my team had "monkeyfied" my desk for my birthday. By that I mean that every inch of surface in my cube was covered with amazing pictures of monkeys and bananas. There was also a giant tray of brownies and people kept leaving me chocolate offerings all day long. It was pretty fantastic.

Work has been full of stress lately, but it's stress about other people's inefficiency, not really anything to do with the sort of work I'm doing, so I guess it's ok. I have to work really hard not to bring it home with me. Even though I loved what everyone did for me, I was so overworked and stressed that I cried for a good ten minutes once I made it through the front door.

I started Julie Brister's 501 class on Saturday (my birthday) and fuck, do I love it! I really liked the group of people--everyone seemed really supportive and nice and I felt totally safe. I am really happy to have Julie and improv back in my life on a regular basis (if only for a while on the former, as she is *sob* leaving for LA in the spring). I'm really happy that I decided to take another class from her.

I was going to cancel my birthday party because of the snow, but some wonderfully crazy people braved the storm and came to Mc*, where we drank for hours and yelled some song lyrics. Then a group of us came back to our apt and drank a bit more. There was a frightening moment when "someone" passed out from low blood pressure and I have to say, I will be re-certified in CPR as soon as I'm able, because all of it went out of my head while I was checking their breathing. All was fine, in the end, but I am totally serious about the CPR.

We had a great dinner last night at McCormick and Schmiks (sp?), even though their address is wrong in the phone book and we had to hike through the cold for waaaaaay too long, before finding the place.

Overheard on the train:
Old man: Don't read my paper! It's a quarter--buy your own!
Young woman: I wasn't reading your nasty old paper. You don't know who I am. You better watch how you talk to me.
Old man: Who are you, the Queen of Puerto Rico?
Young woman: I know you didn't just fucking say that.
Old man: Yeah? Go home.
Young woman: I am home!
Youngish middle-aged man: (to old man) Yo--that shit is uncalled for.
Old man: Who asked you? Mind your business.

The "discussion" continued as they all exited at Penn Station.

The 1/9 train. It's about the love.

 

[Cap'n Blackett]

Sleeps with butterflies

Oh Michele's birthday was so much fun. I love the group of folks that showed up at Jakes to help her celebrate and the cupcakes were delish!

So much has happened since I last wrote that I don't know where to begin.

One amazing thing that is about to happen in a little over a week is that TORI is coming to my office to record some songs and promos for us and the PR people have arranged for me to hang out with her and listen to the session. I am beside myself with joy. I am going to ask for a job from her. Why not? If I could invent a dream job for myself, it would certainly involve touring with Tori.

I have a class show tonight and I'm a bit anxious. We sucked hard on Saturday and got some very deserved, very disappointed notes from Julie. We lacked commitment and focus and it was painfully obvious. I love this group of people. I think everyone is talented and kind. I hope it's true that a shitty "dress rehearsal" means a good show.

I have a lot of friends at work who are planning vacations--to PANAMA! I am so jealous I can't even begin to say. As much as I hate him, I have to recommend my ex-boyfriend's travel guide to Panama to all of them. It's weird to see my name in the thank you page. I hope I'm not in the next edition. I need a vacation in the worst way. I have to go to a friend's wedding in June (in AZ--the worst possible time of year to be there), but I need to plan something lovely for Jed and I to do. I'd love to go to the Lake District, but I don't know what the exchange rate will be like. Then there's always PR (which Jet Blue flies to now) and which Corey and Kerry would like to do with us. I miss Panama a lot, though too. And we could stay with my family and it would be cheap in general, but I have many places to go that I've never been to before. Jed is easy. He just wants to go wherever I do, so it's pretty much up to me. Also, I loved the last cross-country trip I took. I really wouldn't mind spending a week in a tin shack out in the Badlands. I just need to figure it out and plan it already.

I got some very sad news recently. My friend, Anthony Bonet, who is an amazingly talented musician and song-writer, had an aneurysm in October. He's paralyzed and uninsured. He's good people and there have been benefits (he was also a DJ on calx, the booking agent for Bottom of the Hill, and has played with Mark Eitzel and other uber-talented SF musicians), but the costs are horrendous. I'm sad and disappointed that no one back home let me know what happened with him. And even sadder that I can't do much to help him. So much time has passed since we were close that it feels very strange to pop back into his life.

I'm very lucky to be in good health, to know real love and to be loved, deeply, wholely and without reservation. I'm very lucky to have the very people I need around me. I am counting my blessings, they are many.

Happy Valentine's day, dear IRC.

 

[Cap'n Blackett]

Tori was on Letterman last night. I didn't try to get tix, since I know she'll be here[at work], but I feel antsy all the time, just knowing she's in town and I get to hang out with her.

It's been a really hard week at work. Mo has been sick and it's terrible when she's not here. Also, my workflow has been sporatic, so it's long periods of inactivity paired with insanely busy periods that leave me dizzy. But there are always cool things going on here, so I can't really complain. Today Ben Folds played for a couple of hours in our lobby. He was great. He's not really my thing normally, but I found him quite charming and talented.

I'm feeling weird about some "friends" in my life. I have a deep loathing for people who cheat in relationships. Also for the people who know they are dating cheaters. For this reason, I've barely spoken to one of my sisters in the last year and have completely cut some former friends out of my life. I am about to cut some more out, because in my experience those people are so selfish and self-involved that they don't bother to consider anything beyond their wants. And that's not in my definition of friendship. It matters not that they haven't done it to me, only that they are fine with themselves after doing it to anyone. I know, everyone makes mistakes, but cheating is a choice and if you do it repeatedly, you are fucked.

OK that was a bit of a rant, but I'm serious about those feelings--I don't want to be around you if you are cool with cheating. Clearly, I have issues. My dad cheated on my mom for most of their married lives. It has really done a number on my ability/willingness to trust.

I finally got the manuscript out the other night. I'm really fucking proud of those poems. I am going to start submitting the book--I need to do it in order to move on from them. I will start posting them in this journal shortly.

Our show was really fun and my darlings Mo, Leigh and Jed were right down front cheering us on. I had some crazy fun scenes with Guy and for once I didn't despise the group games (not that they were feats of brilliance, but they didn't suck eggs, either). I love my class.

I can't wait for the long weekend to start--7 minutes away. I am exhausted. I plan on sleeping really early tonight. I'd better go, although I'd like to write a bit more. Damn! my boss just assigned me some crappy work right before I'm due to leave! Take care, IRC!

 

[Cap'n Blackett]

Last week was intense. We had our Million Subscriber Party at Lotus, which was pretty fun, but left me puking for almost 24 hours. I've never been so sick. I'm quite sure food poisoning was involved. I was fine most of the night, but near the end everything spiraled quickly downward. I remember being told that someone had made out with my friend, but that she didn't know who he was. I got asked for kisses and more, which I drunkenly avoided with a slurred speech about how deeply I love my boyfriend. Then I felt ill and my dearie Lea took over, got my coat and put me in a cab in mere moments. I remember wanting badly to talk to Howard Stern, but I'm so thankful I didn't get the chance to tell him I don't respect him. Might have lost me my job.

I don't really know what to write about Tori. I'm torn because part of me wants to write it all down here to document it, and the other part wants to keep it for myself. Also, either way, I'm a bit ashamed of how gayballs I am about her. I guess I'll leave it at this: I got to hear her play a couple songs and I got to chat with her and I was very moved by both events. Her book is a real wake-up call for me. It has reminded me of the scholar I used to be and made me long for the time when I sought out spirituality. I am determined to find my way back into that stuff. I need to revisit my study of world mythology.

I also meant to write about how much I'm enjoying my Brister class. She is such an amazing teacher. I love her honesty and gentleness. It's hard to balance those things. She had us do Immortal Kombat in class a week ago and it made me focus so hard on supporting my teammates that I was shocked at how easy it could be. We have another show in March and I'm psyched to play more with this group.

Also, some of my dearest darlings on the IRC (and off) have formed a team that will be playing at Ash Wed, mid-March. I am thrilled, but also very scared--I'm pretty sure that I'm the greenest person on the team. Well, I'm doing it, no matter what. How else will I get better?

I'm swimming in Tori, so the lyrics today are from Snow Cherries From France:

All that summer we traveled the world
never leaving his own back garden
girls I didn't know just what it could be
oh but he let me go sailing

You question me,
"Can you ride anything?"
Lord do you mean like your mood swings
Invaders and Traders with
the best intentions
may convince you to go
"They look like Pirates from here"
Boy I've been one for years
just keeping my head
and when I promised my hand
you promised me back
Snow Cherries from France

 

[Cap'n Blackett]

I haven't been so good about writing in here lately. I suppose I've just been too busy to process anything.

Work has been hell lately. Really long hours and huge projects. I am at the office today (Sunday) proofing a style guide. I guess I could have done it from home, but one of the Mac artists came in to work on it, so I figured I should just be here to work directly with her. I'm not even the proof-reader, but my boss is expecting this thing to be finished by end of business tomorrow and I need to make sure that happens. However it happens. I love my dept and I'm pretty fond of working here, but I'm discovering that I need my creative outlets more and more these days. I realize that I'm just not passionate about my job. It's fine. The money is good and I get to star gaze frequently, but I care so much more about the stuff going on in the rest of my life.

I'm excited and frightened about playing with Pygmy Marmalade. Those guys have chops--all of them are way more seasoned than I am. But I trust them. Thunder and I were talking about my role in the group and he pointed out that there's nothing wrong with being a strong back-line player. There's every reason to focus on that stuff, which I feel confident about. Zach is coaching us tonight and Julie is going to coach us next week. Also, Adam pm'd me this week and pointed out that he's just as "green" as I am. But I have a lot of faith in him as an actor. Maybe not so much in myself. We'll see how it goes.

We had the apt painted this week. Our hallway is the best part--really rich greens--but the rest of it is so bland. I had to compromise with Jerry so much that I didn't really get anything that I wanted. And none of the colours we chose turned out to be as rich as I'd thought they'd be. Jerry bought a couch without showing it to me. It's better than what we had, but I think it's really ugly. I am really debating about moving out. I can't help but think that we'd be a lot happier on our own. But we'd end up living in Brooklyn in order to afford the size we want, and I'd really have a hard time giving up our amazing place in Chelsea.

I don't care what the landlord says--I'm planting a roof-top garden once the Spring finally arrives. I have a lovely packet of seeds from Tori--all wildflowers--and California poppy is in the mix. I miss those bursts of orange on hillsides. I will make my own version of California where I can sit and contemplate the world.

Paul will be here in a couple of weeks--I can't wait to see him. It's been so long. We're both at much better places in our lives than last time we saw each other. I think he might be convinced to move to NYC. I would love it. We used to have the most amazing time at work together. I don't know what the statute of limitations is on the stuff we pulled at the store, so I won't go into details, lest those who are "they" ever happen upon this journal. I will say that we pulled some fantastic pranks in that place and I'm proud of some of the things we got away with. Sometimes I really miss the weekends, when the store would be mine. At some point every Sunday, I would yell to the employees, "What's today?" And they'd all scream back, "Heavy Metal Sunday!!" And the Led Zep would get cranked up and we'd all stop helping people to jump up on counters and play air guitar. I also remember getting Costume Nacional boots and shoes for next to nothing. Good times.

I spoke with my dad a few days ago (it's quite rare for us to speak) and he will be coming to NY later this year. That should be fun. He just bought an enourmous house on a lake in OK. I don't really understand why, but I like to think of him in a cowboy hat, straw in his mouth, as he drawls in a Panamanian accent. I hope he enjoys it. He's gonna come out East during baseball season so we can take him to a Yankee's game. He's a die-hard Giant's fan, but I think he'll appreciate yankee stadium, esp now that Candlestick is no longer home to the Giants. Boo. I spoke with my stepmother for the first time in years. She is still a mad cow. And a pathalogical liar. I found out that my cousin Jonny has a daughter now and lives in Trinidad. I will always remember him as the mooch who tried to get it on with all my friends while he was in pilot school. He flies helicopters, but according to the mad cow he runs an airport. I know bullshit when I hear it, esp from her. He can't manage regular baths.

I'm late, more soon.

 

[Cap'n Blackett]

I have said it before, but I'll say it again, Jed is the greatest boyfriend ever. He is loving and loyal and true and devoted and nurturing like no one I have ever known. Call it bragging if you want, but I have never been so happy nor complete. And Girls, you know, there are just some days you wanna shout it from the rooftops. I suppose this is my barbaric yawp.

Dodie! My shoes hurt!

 

[Cap'n Blackett]

This Saturday is our last class. Oh boy am I sad. People always say we will stay in touch and keep playing together, but it rarely happens. Although, I'm still really good friends with several people from my level one class, so maybe there is hope. We have such a great, playful chemistry together and I feel really safe in there--I can try any character, no matter how big.

I know I rant and rant about Tori Amos in here (and everywhere else) but JESUS this is a great album. I don't know if anyone who wasn't a fan would get into it as much as someone like me. I love seeing the ways she frees herself from her own conventions and how she embodies the alchemy of turning experience to art.

Work is horribly overwhelming these days. I will probably be coming in this weekend again. In fact, I have to cut this entry short, because if I can knock out most of my work today, I'll have the whole weekend off.

Today's lyrics are from Jamaica Inn off the Beekeeper, by Tori of course:

The sexiest thing is trust
I wake up to find
The pirates have come
Tying up along your coast
How was I to know
The pirates have come
Between Rebecca's
Beneath your firmaments
I have worshipped
In the Jamaica Inn
In the Jamaica Inn

 

[Cap'n Blackett]

Our last show was very fun to be in. As ever, Jed's smiling face in the front row got me through any rough spots that cropped up. I really adored everyone, but my favourites were Michael, LeMarr (sp?), and Guy. They make me laugh so hard. It was a pleasure to share the stage with the whole bunch. We did these incredibly informative exercises in the last class where we identified the sorts of characters each person usually played and then we told them what we'd like to see them play. Then we did a character hot spot with each person and had them do the stuff we'd never seen. I found out that I play a good mix of high and low status characters, but not too many "refined" people. I also do a lot of accents, but I rarely heighten really high. I think I'm still working through stuff that I've learned about playing it real--I need to find the right balance between what I think of as "real" and what I think of as "character."

I have so many lovely things to write about, but now's not the time. I continue to be blown away by the new Tori, so here's another snippet from the new album, which I wish all christians could hear:

Hey there's a new Jerusalem
Hey you built on rock that's on sand
For now you have hijacked the son
Last time I checked he came to light the lamp for everyone

 

[Cap'n Blackett]

I adore my darling teammates in Pygmy Marmalade. They are so fucking good that I'm proud to have shared a stage with them.

I am really looking forward to the next show.

Mo will be in England for the next several days and I truly don't know how I'm going to make it through them without her at work. It has been so insane lately that I'm lucky if I get to look at the IRC.

I will write more soon.

 

[Cap'n Blackett]

Just quoting the appropriate Tori lyrics today

Never was a cornflake girl
Thought that was a good solution
Hanging with the raisin girls
She's gone to the other side
Givin us a yo heave ho
Things are getting kind of gross
And I go at sleepy time
This is not really happening
You bet your life it is

Peel out the watchword
Just peel out the watchword

She knows what's goin on
Seems we got a cheaper feel now
All the sweeteaze are gone
Gone to the other side
With my encyclopedia
They musta paid her a nice price
She's putting on her string bean love
This is not really happening
You bet your life it is

Peal our the watchword
Just peel out the watchword

Never was a cornflake girl
Thought that was a good solution

Rabbit where'd you put the keys girl
And the man with the golden gun thinks he knows so much
Thinks he knows so much
Rabbit where'd you put the keys girl

***************************

She's your Cocaine
She's got you shaving your legs
You can suck anything
But you know you wanna be me
Put on your make-up boy
You're your favourite stranger
And we all like to watch
So shimmy once and do it again
Bring you sister
Bring you sister if you can't handle it
She says control it
Then she says don't control it
Then she says you're controlling
The way she makes you crawl
She's your cocaine your Exodus laughing
And she knows
What you are
So shimmy once and do it again
Bring you sister
Bring you siter if you can't handle it
If you want me to
Boy I could lie to you
You don't need on of these to let me inside of you
And is it true
That devils end up like you
Something safe for the picture frame
And is it true
That devils end up like you
So tied up you don't know how she came
She's you Cocaine
She's go you shaving your legs
She got you liking mine back
Go me takin it in
Getting mine back
Lasting mine evil
I'm taking me easel
And I"m writing good checks
You sign Prince of Darkness
Try squire of dimness
Please don't help me with this
Please don't help me with this
Please don't help me with this

Cut it again

 

[Cap'n Blackett]

Even more appropriate Tori lyrics for today

In my platforms
I hit the floor
Fell face down
Didn't help my brain out
Then the baby came
Before I found
The magic how
To keep her happy
I never was the fantasy
Of what you want
Wanted me to be
Don't judge me so harsh little girl
So
You got a playboy mommy
But when you tell em my name
And you want to cross that
Bridge all on your own
Little girl they'll do you no harm
Cause they know
Your playboy mommy
But when you tell em my name
From here to Birminghman I got a few friends
I never was there
Was there when it counts
I get my way
You're so like me
You seemed ashamed
Ashamed that I was
A good friend of American soldiers
I'll say it loud here by your grave
Those angels can't
Ever take my place
Somewhere where the orchids grow
I can't find those church bells
That played when you died
Played Gloria
Talkin bout
Hosanah
Don't judge me so harsh little girl
You got a playboy mommy
Come home
But when you tell them soldiers my name
And cross that bridge all on your own
Little girl they'll do you no home
Cause they know your playboy mommy
I'll be home
I'll be home
To take you in my arms

********************************

Pandora
Pandora's aquarium
She dives for shells
With her nautical nuns
And thoughts you thought
You'd never tell
I'm not asking you to believe in me
Boy I think you're confused
I'm not Persephone
foam can be dangerous
with tape across my mouth
these things you do
I never asked you how
Line me up in single file with all your Grievances
Stare but I can taste
You're still alive below the waste
ripples come and ripples go
And ripple back to me
Pandora
Pandora's aquarium
She dives for shells
With her nautical nuns
And thoughts you thought
You'd never tell
Line me up in single file
With all you grievances
Stare but I can taste
You're still alive below the waste
Ripples come and ripples
Go and ripple back to me
I am not asking you to believe in me
Boy I think you're confused
I'm not Persephone
She's in New York somewhere
Checking her accounts
The Lord of The Flies was
Diagnosed as Sound

 

[Cap'n Blackett]

I'm just gonna keep letting Tori say it for me for a bit

"The Beekeeper"

Flaxen hair blowing in the breeze
It is time for the geese to head south
I have come with my mustard seed
I cannot accept that she will be taken from me

"Do you know who I am" she said
"I'm the one who taps you on the shoulder when it's your time
Don't be afraid I promise that she will awake
Tomorrow somewhere
Tomorrow somewhere"

Wrap yourself around
The tree of life and the dance of the infinity
Of the hive
Take this message to Michael

I will comb myself into chains
In between the tap dance clan
And your ballerina gang
I have come for the beekeeper
I know you want my
You want my queen
Anything but this
Can you use me instead?

In your gown with your breathing mask
Plugged into a heart machine
As if you ever needed one
I must see the beekeeper I must see if she'll keep her alive
Call Engine 49 I have come with my mustard seed

Maybe I'm passing you by
Just passing you by girl
I'm passing you by
On my way
On my way
I'm just passing you by
But don't be confused
One day I'll be coming for you...
I must see the beekeeper
I must see the beekeeper

 

[Cap'n Blackett]

For Leigh, from Tori

"Cloud On My Tongue"

Someone's knockin on my kitchen door
Leave the wood outside
All the girls here are freezing cold
Leave me with your Borneo
I don't need much to keep me warm

Don't stop now what you're doin
What you're doin my ugly one
Bring them all here
Hard to hide a hundred girls in your hair
It won't be fair if I hate her
If I ate her you can go now

You're already in there
I'll be wearing your tatoo
You're already in there

Got a cloud sleeping on my tongue
He goes then it goes and kiss the violets
As they're waking up

Leave me with your Borneo
Leave me the way I was before

You're already in there
I'll be wearing your tatoo
I'm already in
Circles and circles and circles again
The girl's in

Someone's knockin on my kitchen door
Leave the wood outside
What all the girls here are freezing cold

You can go now

You're already in there
I'll be wearing you tatoo
You're already in there
Thought I was over the bridge now
I'm already in
Circles and circles and circles again
The girl's in
Circles and circles
Got to stop spinning
Circles and circles and circles again
Thought I was over the bridge now

 

[Cap'n Blackett]

To the critics, from Tori

This house is like Russia
With eyes cold and grey
You got me moving in a circle
I dyed my hair red today
I just want a little passion
To hold me in the dark
I know I've got some magic
Buried deep in my heart yeah

But my priest says
You ain't saving no souls
My father says
You ain't making any money
My doctor says
You just took it to the limit
And here I stand
With this sword in my hand
You can say it one more time
What you don't like
Let me hear it one more time then
Have a seat while I
Take to the sky

My heart is like the ocean
It gets in the way
So close to touching freedom
Then I hear the guards call my name

But my priest says
You ain't saving no souls
My father says
You ain't making any money
My doctor says
You just took it to the limit
And here I stand
With this sword in my hand
You can say it one more time
What you don't like
Let me hear it one more time then
Have a seat while I
Take to the sky

If you don't like me just a little
Why do you hang around
(There she goes again
Wearing those purple panties
There she goes again
Wearing her heart
There she goes again)
Why do you
Take it take it take it take it take it
You can say it one more time
You can say it one more time
You can say it one more time
What you don't like
Let me hear it one more time then
Have a seat while I
Take to the sky

 

[Cap'n Blackett]

To the Prunes, from the Sweet Cherries

"In The Spring Time Of His Voodoo"

Standin on a corner in Winslow Arizona
And I'm quite sure I'm in the wrong song
2 girls 65 got a piece tied up in the
Back seat
"Honey we're Recovering Christians"

In the Springtime of his voodoo
He was going to show me spring

And right there for a minute
I know you so well

Got an angry snatch
Girls you konw what I mean
When swivelin that hip doesn't do the trick
Me pureed sanitarily Mr. Sulu
Warp speed
Warp speed
Warp speed
In the Springtime of his voodoo

Every road leads back to my door
Ever road I will follow
Every road leads back to my door
Got all your crosses loaded

And I know she's not that
Foxy
Boys
I said I know she's not that
Foxy but
You gotta owe something sometimes
You gotta owe
When you're your momma's sunshine
You've got to give something sometimes
When you're the sweetest cherry
In an apple pie
I need some voodoo on these prunes
In the springtime of his voodoo
He was going to show me spring

 

[Cap'n Blackett]

To the Land, from the Girls

"Mary"

Everybody wants something from you,
Everybody want a piece of mary
Lush valley all dressed in green
Just ripe for the picking

God i want to get you out of here
You can ride in a pink mustang
When i think of what we've done to you
Oh, mary, can you hear me?

Growing up isn't always fun
They tore your dress and stole your ribbons
They see you cry, they lick their lips
But butterflies don't belong in nets

Oh mary, can you hear me?
Mary, you're bleeding
Mary, don't be afraid
We're just waking up
And i hear help is on the way

Mary, can you hear me?
Mary, like jimmy said
Mary, don't be afraid
'cause even the wind...
Even the wind cries your name

Everybody wants you, sweetheart
Everybody got a dream of glory
Las vegas got a pin-up girl
They got her armed as they buy and sell her

Rivers of milk are running dry
Can't you hear the dolphins crying
What'll we do when our babies scream
Fill their mouths with some acid rain

Oh mary, can you hear me?
Mary, you're bleeding
Mary, don't be afraid
We're just waking up
And i hear help is on the way

Mary, can you hear me?
Mary, like jimmy said
Mary, don't be afraid
'cause even the wind...
Even the wind cries your name

Na nay nay nay nay, na na na nay nay
Na nay nay nay nay, na na na nay nay, ooh ooh
Na nay nay nay nay, na na na nay

Oh butterflies don't belong in nets

Oh mary, can you hear me?
Mary, you're bleeding
Mary, don't be afraid
We're just waking up
And i hear help is on the way

Mary, can you hear me?
Mary, like jimmy said
Mary, don't be afraid
'cause even the wind...
Even the wind cries your name
'cause even the wind cries your name
'cause even the wind cries your name
Cries your name...
Cries your name...
Cries your name...

 

[Cap'n Blackett]

In honour of getting hired....

"The Waitress"

So I want to kill this waitress
She's worked here a year longer than I
If I did it fast you know that's an act of kindness

But I believe in peace
I believe in peace Bitch
I believe in peace
I believe in peace
But I believe in peace
I believe in peace Bitch
I believe in peace

I want to kill this waitress
I can't believe this violence in mind
And is her power all in her club sandwich

But I believe in peace
I believe in peace Bitch
I believe in peace
I believe in peace
But I believe in peace
I believe in peace Bitch
I believe in peace

I want to kill this killing wish
There are too many stars and not enough sky
Boys all think she's living kindness
Ask a fellow waitress
Ask a fellow waitress

 

[Cap'n Blackett]

Soon I'll be going back to journaling, but for now, Tori has the floor

"Parasol"

When I come to terms to terms with this
When I come to terms with this
When I come to terms to terms with this
My world will change for me
I haven't moved since the call came
Since the call came I haven't moved
I stare at the wall knowing on the other side
The storm that waits for me

Then the Seated Woman with a Parasol
May be the only one you can't betray
If I'm the Seated Woman with a Parasol
I will be safe in my frame

I have no need for a sea view
For a sea view I have no need
I have my little pleasures
This wall being one of these

When I come to terms to terms with this
When I come to terms with this
When I come to terms with this whip lash
of silk on wool embroidery

Then the Seated Woman with a Parasol
May be the only one you can't betray
If I'm the Seated Woman with a Parasol
I will be safe in my frame
I will be safe
In my frame
In your house
In your frame