Is a Woman

In the hour of the girl
You can make this danger witness
Or whatever, without your heart
You can wish you could relate
If it's always gonna be
Sit beside me on a star
If you wake me up tonight

So you try to make it whole
With everybody here
More than a sony
To make the words throw up
Or show me the way
As they pick me up again
They will be there on the couch
They will make you better still
(can you be sure?)

Of anything you make
Maybe you can get a whiff
It's enough to make you gag
It's enough to make you sick
Each and every day
With the concrete and the masonry
When the paint that's on is dry
You can work it from your eye

And you take it from my heart
As you stand alone forever

From the roaming and the surf
And the cloudy cloudy day
Just a boss thing that is pure
Something specially for you
It's like everybody's needing it
And everybody's sure

(and if they say)
Is a woman, write this down
Put the paper, over there
More than it is
No more than it is


Lambchop

Up With People

yes there comes a booming sound
it used to come from underground
now it emenates
from a kind of welfare state
of the soul
dodo...
now that sweet sweet soul
let's be certain
of the deliberate monologue
as sure as if it will fall
across you
unto you
we most certainly leave the doing undone
come on undone
dodo...
and we are doing
and we are screwing
up our lives today
what's that we chanted
it's this we planted
come on progeny

(Lambchop)