A trickle of Schmaltz

Once upon a time, there was a leprechaun named Abe?. I got a good laugh this weekend when I sat down Sunday evening with my nine year old son ,taking a look at his school work of the past week. He seemed excited, taking out the folder himself, then pulling out a story he had written (in not half bad cursive) which had our favorite Celtic anomaly as a leaping off point. It didn't take me long to recognize that all the characters had names of familiar classmates who had earned a place in the tale by their virtue or lack off such. My adult brain immediately envied what I haven't done for a long time,which is,to lord over a scathing parody of a world I completely controlled the destiny of. Actually this isn't very high up on my list, but my envy was real. In the question and answer to follow I learned that most if not all of the kids had done something similar and had even haggled with each other to be portrayed in this way or not using' literary retaliation ' as a common bargaining chip. If the stakes had been any higher who knows how many parents and administrators would have become involved. Well, they all lived as dysfunctional as ever, after.

In place of anything better: " When I'm Makin' Lies Again"

This week, I'm not sure if climbing up the hill or racing down is any easier than the other. Here is the latest lyric substitute which is finding a few chords to rest upon. A gig somehow involving the intimate apparel industry is hopefully coming in the near future. Keep your seatbelt fastened and your legs crossed.


WHEN I'M MAKIN' LIES AGAIN
(Slow-walking ballad with pensive starts and stops)


You may be more fortunate than I am

do not have so far to fall,

do not have to fall at all,

do not have to fall again for higher yet to fly.


I'm no angel-child, no angel------ as if

these wings were real.

If you see me coming, crashin' down hard,

say a little prayer,send it falling down to me.



You may have a place where you can rest, Girl,

do not have to close your eyes'

don't forget the starry-skies

do not have to find sweet sleep, not knowing

what is best.



I'm no devil-child , no devil-----as if

these fires were real.

If you see me quittin',cashing in ---Babe,

breath one little prayer,

a path marked out across the stars for me.




Then again this song may not be mine - Girl,

doesn't hold much truth at all'

doesn't tell the tale so well'

can't expect much rain to fall

when sun can't also shine.



I remember laughter felt so good:

what is it I feel now upon these wings?

Scold me with a little prayer

for makin' lies again .

Chide me with a little prayer,

I need to laugh again.


Like when you said:

You're more like me, than you will ever know.