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?
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