Pennies
By request and reluctance, I'm posting this song. Lately I have been reminded by various friends about one circumstance or another that was accurately described in a tune I posted, and with the exception of one story, all the situations occurred long after the song in question was written. Generating self-fulfilling prophecies was not what I had in mind when I wrote any of this stuff, but here goes anyway. Another sad little tune, and yes, some of it has already come true.
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Friday, 16 October 2009
It's all about the birth canal, Reno.
Isn't that what Beckett wrote?
Isn't that what Beckett wrote?
Friday, 16 October 2009
Holy Jeebus, please let's not remind me of my college days and being forced to watch a feminist interpretation of "Not I"......
Friday, 16 October 2009
I saw Hume Cronyn do 'Krapp's Last Tape,' which was the theater experience of a lifetime. Unfortunately, because that magnificent play is so short added 'Not I.' to fill out the evening. And God himself were the actor, 'Not I' would still be a lot like eating poison-dipped razor blades.
Friday, 16 October 2009
Is that what VD stands for? I had always wondered. So it's an anthropological term, eh? Sort of like 'cargo cult' or is it botanical? Like 'Venus fly trap'? Lots of hard core music fans don't know that 'Mrs. Robinson' was originally called 'Margert Mead,' and the where have you gone?' part was about Thurman Munson, the great Yankees catcher. But that comination of names cut the 'woowoowoo's' down to a single woo. And it sounded like shit. So my good friend (and altogether disgusting little man) Paul took my advice and stuck his widdul'il weinie in a pit bulls mouth.
Then I re-wrote the song, becoming a wealthy pillar of the community.
Friday, 16 October 2009
I suppose for some folks contracting VD it might indeed be what it stands for; it sure as hell beats the standard bullshit Women's Studies interpretation of that awful play. What the hell was Jessica Tandy thinking?
Friday, 16 October 2009
Obviously, the last message I sent was absolute loony horseshit, meant only to be absurd and comically nutso. But the myth endures. And our Brinkster rock-and-roller and my (being sincere now) dear friend Chuck Prophet is in the cast of Lichenstein's 'Teeth,' which tore up Sundance -- I'm thinking two years ago. And I'd give a zillion dollars to have a tape of me explaining the nature of vagina dentata to him. He's done it to me -- calling me with alleged innocence and getting me to talk on the telephone while the crew had the filmrolling. Like here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckIKGpudOvI
And you made me howl with laughter a bit ago when this architect I know said this friend of his had called me .. that Lady Chatterly's Lover word. (Particularly because he had a question about humanitarian aid and he felt certain I'd know the answer. He was right.)
And so were you. Thanks for the belly laugh: it came at a needed time.
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