Alsace Lorraine Call For Papers (ian Catt Mix)
How many times have I cut your hair?
Inches of reddish fringe landing on gold-leaved trees
From the bathroom window, falling through the lakeside air,
With unselfconscious words - but now, I freeze
Weighing facts, cataloguing dreams,
And I end up saying the exact wrong things
I open up with the most awkward talk,
Cause you’re single now. Writer’s block
From a ‘call for papers’
Call for papers,
call for papers,
call for papers.
How many times have we stayed indoors,
All of us, after school was dark and armed?
In the piano room they don’t check anymore,
You and I out-spoke the rest, but now we aren’t
Weighing facts, cataloguing dreams,
And I end up saying the exact wrong things
I open up with the most awkward talk,
Cause you’re single now. Writer’s block.
Drop the facts, drop all the dreams,
Any album ending as our friends all leave
I bare my soul with the most awkward talk
Cause you’re single now. Writer’s block
From a ‘call for papers.’
Call for papers,
call for papers,
call for papers.
Nothing!
