My brain is made of straw
And my heart was forged from tin
My courage, although fierce, it is endangered.
My sunflowers still grow
Though my monkeys have no wings
My path is paved in gold and filled with strangers
And the city made of green
Was a mirage filled with diversions
And home is always just three clicks away.
Away.
My home was blown away
By a modern-age tornado
My aunt and uncle now live far away.
And the lady riding by
Doesn’t seem to make much progress
She’s always exercising, night and day.
And everything is black and white
Except these choices I am making
About the coloured boxes I could fit in
And the room it gently spins
Like a politicians promise
To fix the weather with a weathered wallet
That she’s gone and thrown away
Away.
I’m under the waves and I am under the weather
I’m under the pump and I am under the pressure
I’m under the spell of a life lived in leisure
I’m underperforming and so under-pleasured.
And that road it kept on winding
My companions were finding
That their memberships were ripe for cancelling
And that road it kept on going
I left my friends there knowing
Their questions were not fit for answering
No
My questions are not fit for answering.
Couldn’t you see?
When we went out for coffee, I was so nervous
Our eyes couldn’t meet
You were the coolest kid on Lygon St
But what do you know -
Turns out you really [bleeped] up the whole show
Just as I was starting to regret
That I hadn’t really gotten to know you yet
Oh, what the [bleep] happened?
What the [bleep]?
Oh, you’ve got to sort out your [bleep]
But I’ll remember the day
You were the coolest kid on Lygon St
Couldn’t you guess?
By the time we began to undress,
I thought you were pretty neat
And I liked the way you took the boots from my feet
But as it turns out -
You’re not at all what I thought you were about
Yeah I thought you were delightful
Right up until you turned [bleeping] spiteful
Oh, what the [bleep] happened?
What the [bleep]?
Oh, you’ve got to sort out your [bleep]
But I’ll remember the day
You were the coolest kid on Lygon St
And couldn’t you tell?
When I picked up my clothes from where they fell,
I strived for grace under your gaze
Not that it matters now anyways
Oh, what the [bleep] happened?
What the [bleep]?
Oh, you’ve got to sort out your [bleep]
But the next time we meet
I’ll be the coolest cunt on Lygon St
TOM: She bakes vegan feminist cookies
Then eats them ironically – to stick it to the man.
JEN: Then she rides to work on her bicycle made from recycled fair trade coffee
grinders from her ex-favourite café.
Tom:
she doesn’t go there anymore
having decided that the life drawing classes held there are too gender binary.
Jen:
Her final crayon portrait had been entitled “Womyn with penis”.
Tom:
She works at an organic produce store and campaigns at her employers to serve all
foods out of dumpsters to encourage a healthier variety of food to her friends from the
anti-everything collective.
Jen:
When she arrives home, her partner is there.
Tom:
No. Not partner. That is way too corporate
Boyfriend is clearly inaccurate because it denies his innate right to be gender-queer.
Jen:
When she arrives home – her lover is there.
Tom:
Lover makes him sound like an object and their love is far less restrictive than that
and besides – it might imply that he is one of many (not that there is anything wrong
with polygamy – polygamy is fine so long as you have the active understanding and
consent of each party involved.
Jen:
When she arrives home… Roy… is there.
He is cooking a free-range tofu scramble
Because do you know how unethically they treat tofu in some of those farms?
Tom:
He grows his own weed and tells his plants he doesn’t care what sex they are.
He just has a different kind of love for those that produce bud.
Jen:
They sit at home and they watch their TV. Which is broken, but they watch it anyway to remind themselves of the right-wing media strangulation of this imperalist country?
Tom:
They wear badges for every cause, which is really hard when you’re a nudist…
Jen:
They fall asleep knitting graffiti patterns of Karl Marx ideologies, and dreaming of freedom…
Tom:
and free love…
Jen:
and free range…
Tom:
and freegans…
Jen & Tom:
oh, freegans!
Tom:
And then they imagine how good the world would be if everyone was as good to it…
Jen & Tom:
As they are…