Mother Mother - Tracy Bonham
Mother mother can you hear me I’m just calling to say hello
How’s the weather how’s my father am I lonely heavens no
Mother mother are listening just a phone call to ease your mind
Life is perfect never better distance making the heart grow blind
When you sent me off to see the world where you scared that I might get hurt
Would I try a little tobacco would I keep on hiking up my skirt
I’m hungry
I’m dirty
I’m losing my mind
Everything’s fine
I’m freezing
I’m starving
I’m bleeding death
Everything’s fine
Yeah, I’m working, making money I’m just starting to build a name
I can feel it around the corner I could make it any day
Mother mother can you hear me yeah I’m sober sure I’m sane
Life is perfect never better still your daughter still the same
If I tell you what you want to hear will it help you to sleep wellat night
Are you sure that I’m your perfect dear now just cuddle up and sleep tight
I’m hungry
I’m dirty
I’m losing my mind
Everything’s fine
I’m freezing
I’m starving
I’m bleeding to death
Everything’s fine
I miss you
I love you.
How’s the weather how’s my father am I lonely heavens no
Mother mother are listening just a phone call to ease your mind
Life is perfect never better distance making the heart grow blind
When you sent me off to see the world where you scared that I might get hurt
Would I try a little tobacco would I keep on hiking up my skirt
I’m hungry
I’m dirty
I’m losing my mind
Everything’s fine
I’m freezing
I’m starving
I’m bleeding death
Everything’s fine
Yeah, I’m working, making money I’m just starting to build a name
I can feel it around the corner I could make it any day
Mother mother can you hear me yeah I’m sober sure I’m sane
Life is perfect never better still your daughter still the same
If I tell you what you want to hear will it help you to sleep wellat night
Are you sure that I’m your perfect dear now just cuddle up and sleep tight
I’m hungry
I’m dirty
I’m losing my mind
Everything’s fine
I’m freezing
I’m starving
I’m bleeding to death
Everything’s fine
I miss you
I love you.
posted by yuri at 3:39 PM
1 Comments:
One Art
The art of losing isn´t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn´t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother´s watch. And look! My last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of loosing isn´t hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn´t a disaster.
- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan´t have lied. It´s evident
the art of losing´s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
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