Saturday, January 10, 2009

The Dresden Dolls: RIP

Girl Anachronism: reflections on being the product of a c-section delivery and feeling out of time, with bad ass piano banging.

I'd intended to catch the Dolls live several times. But stuff always came up. Now the band is kaput. Love and misery and "separate ways."

So where am I to get my Weimar punk cabaret fix?

Missed Me

Lonesome Organist Rapes Page Turner

He told me that I knew just what to laugh at
And I wanted to but I just couldn't ask
If he would take it back
So I could know for certain

So on the bench I watched his left hand crossing
While doubling entendres with the voicings
He said "O darling, you're charming
Please don't find it alarming
If I pull this stop out to free up a hand for heavy petting"

Now there there - I'm a friendly man
I joke about sex because it's funny when you're frightened

Silently I sat and turned the pages
Recalculating our respective ages
Over my shoulder, he muttered, "If I get any older
You can hack my wrists off with your choice of objects --no, I'm kidding"

Don't be scared - I'm a friendly man
I joke about death because it's funny when you're frightened

This is as far as I could get
He jabbed a needle in my back
Erasing all the evidence
But there were matchsticks in my pants
And if a rock should hit my head
And I remember what he did
You'll be the very first to know
Maybe I'll find out why this damn thing won't stop bleeding

He told me that I showed a great potential
That given I turned heads and pages fame would be a piece of cake
But practice was essential
So like a stupid child I believed him
But golly who would ever have believed that
I'd been Schubert or Mozart devoted to the fine art
Of perfecting absolutely everything inconsequential

Don't be sad - I'll come back again
I joke about trash 'cause it takes class to be enlightened

So several decades have gone by
I am still sitting by his side
I turn the pages faithfully
He turns his head and smiles at me
And with a wink he says, "I doubt
We would be anywhere without
Your gift for keeping truth and consequence from meeting"

Amanda Palmer solo: I Want You, But I Don't Need You

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