strip me

if you strip me

the wonderfully hurting of your eyes stripping me;

just before…with no self pity,

so incessantly; fresh smell of tragedy.

layer by layer by layer

dark spell of my womb

elementary physics

flooding up my heart’s room

I try avoiding this yearning -

sweet ginger peach tea;

it’s no use

no excuse

some long forgotten truce

I’m down to my slip

and you just continue to…

layer by layer by layer

dark spell of my womb

elementary physics

crowding up my heart’s room

I try avoiding this yearning -

sweet ginger peach tea

I’m down to my knee

if you strip me.

little pain (take 2)

Here it is again. This time with the track. VERY VERY rough track.

Find that little pain and stay there

Stay there

Rummage through vast loneliness and stay there

Stay there

Just before the blossoming of the tip of a twig

Just before - 

Stay there

You’ve received and incomplete

You’ll be stuck on some odd planet

Stay there with me, with me.

Take that little pain and bind it

Pile that dusty loneliness and mind it

Mind it

Quick cold sharpness of an edge

Sweet completeness in the falling

One more push and all the world lies drenched

In some strange light

Stay there with me

With me.

True pop culture help to redefine it

In Israel in the 80′s we got a lot of Thomas Dolby on the radio. Mostly the bigger hits such as ‘Airwaves’ and ‘She blinded me with science’.  I liked it then, but I didn’t realized just how much I really liked it. Then I went to study in New York, and so did Eric, which is a good thing, because he reintroduced me to all the Dolby records.

I ate them up voraciously. And it wasn’t just the uniqueness of style in each one, the funkyness and beauty and the effing genius use of synthesizers. It was the poetry. Everything derived from it and it was so damn expressive.

Here’s one of my favorites – ‘Airhead’ from ‘Aliens at my Buick’:

I buy her all the right clothes
and pretty jewels to wear
my friends say she’s a dumb blonde
but they don’t know she dyes her hair
she thinks the fighting in Central America’s easily solved
but what to wear to Bel-Air premieres
is a problem she could never resolve…

she’s an airhead
stungun and mace – Kharmann Ghia plates say ‘Lost in Space’
she’s an airhead
thousands in trust – cusp Aquarius – get serious
she’s an airhead
tinted contacts don’t change the fact that black is black
she’s an airhead
and while I’m impressed with the length of those legs
she’s not an intellectual giant….

she’d like to model or maybe act
or start a magazine
before she signs any contracts
I think she better learn to read
but in her dreams she’s the queen of the fashion regime…
you ask me do I love you…
does the pope live in the woods?
quod erat demonstrandum, baby.
( ooo you speak French)

she’s an airhead
stungun and mace – Kharmann Ghia plates say ‘Lost in Space’
she’s an airhead
thousands in trust – cusp Aquarius – get serious
she’s an airhead
tinted contacts don’t change the fact that black is black
she’s an airhead
and while I’m impressed with the length of those legs
she’s not an intellectual giant….

sweet and low and oh-so
little Ms. Dora Jarre
safe sex and fishnets
and could you walk me to my car
she’s losing faith in a world that is out of control
so she’s gonna nix politics,
she’s taking up volleyball! volleyball! why?

she’s an airhead
stungun and mace – Kharmann Ghia plates say ‘Lost in Space’

she’s an airhead

thousands in trust – cusp Aquarius – get serious
she’s an airhead
and now the time’s come for the end of my song,
don’t get me wrong
if she’s an airhead it has to be said
it was men made her that way
it was us made her that way
it was us made her that way!

And here is a very crude demo I recorded yesterday of my cover of the song with me playing piano and singing:

I know there’s a good reason why I connect so genuinely with this particular song, but I haven’t quite figured it out yet…