the lyrics to “the lady don’t mind” by talking heads

October 12th, 2011  

Last time she jumped out the window, well, she only turned
and
smiled. You might think she would say something, but you’d
have to
wait a while.
Well the lady don’t mind.
No, no, no, the lady don’t mind
She just turns her head and disappears,
I kinda like that style
Little boat that floats on a river, it’s drifting through a haze
She stops by whenever she wants to, well, there she goes
again
Well, it’s no trouble at all.
No, no, no trouble at all
Well, what she does
is all right with me, and
I kinda like that style
Come on. come on. I go up and down.
I like this curious feeling. I know, I see.
It’s like make believe. Cover your ears
so you can hear what I’m saying.
I’m not lost but I don’t know
Where I am. I got a question.
All right. All right. This is what we like.
Who knows, who knows,
What I’m thinking
She says love is not what she’s after,
and everyone knows.
Each time she looks in the mirror,
she lets her feelings show.
Well, the lady don’t mind
No, no, no, the lady don’t mind.
Well, what she says is all right by me,
and I kinda like that style
Uh-oh. Uh-oh. Here we go again
I don’t know, I don’t know,
What I’m sayin’.
Hey man. Hey man.
I sure don’t feel the same
She likes to say what she’s feeling
Hey. Did I get a big surprise.
I know you think so.
Come on. Come on. She says anything.
Who knows, who knows,
what she’s thinking.

deficit vagaries

September 20th, 2011  

are you kind,
economy?
or an earthquake.

history

September 19th, 2011  

pedal to the metal.
we’ve been saying that forever.
because of the 70s.

novella

September 10th, 2011  

this life
is a novella
because God is in it.

gone the whiskey

September 9th, 2011  

like a fever melting
through memory’s brain,
gone quietly

split infinity

September 9th, 2011  

to have given
to now itself,
then.

true adage

September 6th, 2011  

forgiving myself every moment
for every moment before

for T. Pennington

September 5th, 2011  

sitting alone
in a car
beside the honeysuckle

something true

September 3rd, 2011  

i’ve always been a child,
never changed,
never unimagined

when I am looking back while dying

August 21st, 2011  

the quiet things,
the in between,
all the things that houses mean

candles in c minor

July 30th, 2011  

remembering later
how it was time,
so perfectly late.

moments I have loved

July 29th, 2011  

watching black & white tv
with Diana
at the beach

morning

July 27th, 2011  

show me what you made
here, asleep and fragrant
as the moon, love

windows

July 14th, 2011  

kissed in winter,
kisses in winter,
proud as windows

away

July 12th, 2011  

look
at that red ocean
a future ago