shortandsweaty

Hey, where did we go
Days when the trains came?
Up on the platform
Waiting for the CTA,
Swingin’ your blond ponyta-ail,
Against your Donna Karen
Tapping your manicured nails
To Oops, I Did it Again
It’s you, the brown line girls,
You, the brown line girls.

Whatever happened
To the purple line express
I’m already late for a meeting
Forgot my lunch and my hair’s a mess.
But you’re cool in the center aisle
Taking a cell phone call,
Talking to your boyfriend probably
All the way from Kimball
To the loop, my brown line girl,
You, my brown line girl.

Do you remember when we used to sing
Next stop is Wellington doors open on the left
Just like that
This is Diversey doors are closing, watch your step
Watch your step.

It was so hard to find my way
When I first came around.
I stood next to you and said hey,
Does this train go downtown?
About then I figured out
They look sweet but I could never date 'em.
Save that for the red line girls
Who ride north of Wrigley stadium
But not you, my brown line girl,
You, my brown line girl.

Do you remember when we used to sing
Next stop is Armitage doors open on the right
This is Chicago doors are closing, hang on tight
Merchandise Mart, Washington and Wells, Quincy,
La Salle
La la la laSalle
Library/State/VanBuren, Adams and Wabash…

I am crying all the time
Got no reason, got no rhyme
I hate this mood

Saw a man in an office
On a pad of paper he wrote this:
One a day I'll prescribe you

With or without food
With or without food

Behind the medicine cabinet door
I take them all then I buy more
It's OK to substitute

With or without food
With or without food
Take your pill
With or without food

Just don't kill yourself today
Just don't kill yourself today
Just don't kill
Just don't kill
Just don't kill yourself today

My mouth is dry
I'm sexually dysfunctional
Drowsiness sets in and
Gets even worse with booze

And you live another day
And you live another day
And you live
And you live
And you live another day

With or without food
With or without food
Take your pill
With or without food

Ohhhhhhh Ohhhhhhhh

With or without food
With or without food
Take your pill
With or without food
With or without food

Hoooooooo Hooooooo

D D/A Bm7 G/D

D x x 0 2 3 2
D/A x x 4 2 3 0
Bm7 x x 0 4 3 2
G/D x x 0 0 3 3

TAB (Guitar parts during chorus):
|---10---10-10---10--------------------|
|-8----8-------8----7------------------|
|---------------------------0-0-0------|
|---------------------0-0-0------------|
|--------------------------------------|
|--------------------------------------|

Solos at end are formation of D chords:
-2-0-0-2-3----------------
-3-3-3-3-3----------------
-2-2-0-2-2----------------
--------------------------
--------------------------
--------------------------

Say this.
after Michael Palmer

There is a sentence in my mouth
that feels like a chariot;
it feels like a ladder and a lamp. This sentence
fills my mouth and my mouth swallows it, even as
it races for breath. Can I climb it
up to heaven, the rafters of your hair, can I
ride it out, temper N with X, is there a time
that is acceptable
to say this?

Can't have it arrive in any of the many
pre-approved packages, the practiced
declaration, lofty lyric, blushing note of a jewel
in a small box or masterfully chosen vintage.
Better it remain, a bird untrained for homing,
in flight, circling over water, screaming
its message to dark waves. Don't burn
your villages just yet; I'm still learning
the outlines of shapely words, inscribing them
on transparent paper.

my ass is on dykediva