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[title] => The Mysterious Sliding Girl
[time] => 2003-12-16 08:05:35
[hometext] => I am very proud of this one. Its not really about me-it tells a story of someone I know. I still can't decide if she was real, or just a fantasy.
[bodytext] => The Mysterious Sliding Girl FRONT PAGE NEWS! BIG, BIG SELL! It’s the Famous Case Of the Mysterious Sliding Girl Take a DNA sample Take a Swear by God Testimony Because she’s in your kitchen right now, She’s making coffee for herself at 5AM When everyone else In the house Is making hay With the Sandman sprinkling magic roses Across closed eyes & Dreaming of angels Is the Fashion right now, So get hip to that It’s the Famous Case Of the Mysterious Sliding Girl, She’s such a poet With the way she spreads out her Morrissey DVD’s And she’s so proud of 1992 When he took her all alone by the hand And the way she turns away from the video Like Kurt Cobain Make Style and/or Cool a Cardigan Anti-Thing That and Teen Spirit The two big bangs of my Pop Music It’s a Rumor They saw the Mysterious Sliding Girl Down by the Old Quarter But careful young man with your hopes so high She’s aware of being Wanted & She’s got long blonde hair & She’s beautiful and thin today, Maybe you can do lunch Maybe you can fill up the empty place With photographs and anecdotes I just love the part where we dish the dirt I just go wild when you put on a grim face And those eyes light up like blue lasers You can kiss me anytime you like 22, about to die 22, through the green light 22, out to buy drugs for the group 22, car hits you from side-on 22, nobody hurt At least on the surface 22, go to the party anyway With blood through your hair & A heart like a hooker who just got paid Meet the Sliding Girl by the drug machine 22, everything else so different Forever and forever Amen It’s the Famous Case Of the Mysterious Sliding Girl, And she almost got away again I got guys who swear to God they took her out in 3 rounds But I guess you want some evidence Well, I was there with her, all alone by the 24-hour chemist shop As the clock struck 3AM And I thought, it’s all a Time Machine Breathing out a frosty whiteness Buying condoms because someone was about to get ***** Not me thank God It’s the Famous Case Of the Mysterious Sliding Girl Oh, you might meet someone out there Who has heard her code And the bus station by the signs that said something catchy like… If not us, then who If not now, then when If not here, then where It’s a safe house for a couple of people now, And we meet like friendly strangers Alien to each other All carrying real knives & comics & ready to bust out wild Wolverine moves Nobody really saying anything About anything important Because somewhere there’s a recording machine It’s the Famous Case Of the Mysterious Sliding Girl Go back in Time Go all Secret Origin And the first boyfriend was a real hunk Who thought you were mature but cold And the real one thought you lived in real small world Like Kandor City in the Superman comics But you’d seen half the episodes of Lois and Clark Including the one in the 5th Season where Clark speaks just to you And it was worse than that Because the aliens got to the producers, And the producers got to you Sneaky paranoia Sponsored by Nike Endorsed by Andre Agassi It’s the Famous Case Of the Mysterious Sliding Girl Years could pass And you could still feel her Like a tattoo on your back that was a Phoenix burning The Mysterious Sliding Girl And if you stay, She might act like Bono in that video where all U2 were angels Help everything out, and then fall back down to Earth And if you say, All the right things, in the right way She might touch you in the kitchen As you look in those blue wild ocean eyes Because that’s what fans do It’s the Famous Case Of the Mysterious Sliding Girl Me, I always had my Suspicions I was a half-baked Hercule Poroit My brain loaded on a combo of dope and love, It never made sense to me Where she went in the down time I followed her down to the river once Made me feel like stalker But I had my bet on her being a ghost And I had my rep down on her reaching the Coast Vanishing out when we needed her the most But it makes sense now She hit the water and faded away I saw her smoke a cigarette and then there was nothing there And if it had been a few years later And if I had been one of those people in America who thought the X-Files were real I would have called Mulder And we all could have taken photographs And then we could have gone home Half-way wise It’s the Famous Case Of the Mysterious Sliding Girl She blows in with the wind And she leaves when times-have-changed But she’s always available for concerts And she saw Bob Dylan up close twice Says she likes his country stuff From around 1969 And she wears a skeleton ring With black jewel eyes And if you got too close She smelt of something beautiful and deadly It happened to me one night And I saw the way she had been alive since 1922 And I saw the way we all really think we have lived before I don’t have any more answers than that, I don’t know any more songs to sing about her, The Mysterious Sliding Girl I never had a real address I only had this couch or that couch in a great long line Leading back to myself Everything about her was about Nirvana O she has got an angel’s face, Read my innermost feelings between the tea-leaves of her passing. (David Finn, 2003) [comments] => 2 [counter] => 250 [topic] => 43 [informant] => redlantern2051 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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