going, going, gone ...
a good girl,
wipes the burners,
in soft swirls,
limp dishrag,
round and round,
one big burner,
three small,
makes sense, don’t it?
... except when it doesn’t.
a good girl
swipes the sink,
around about in fashion,
cotton to metal,
bedraggled linen,
pushing meat
through the trap,
the way to go, right?
... except when it isn’t.
a good girl,
knows on some level,
circles lead nowhere,
this is no good,
is rote at best,
moving dirt,
never feeling clean,
same old-same old?
... going nowhere.
she's a good girl, loves her mama/loves Jesus, and America too/she's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis/loves horses, and her boyfriend too/and ti's a long day livin' in Reseda'/there's a freeway runnin' through the yard;and i'm a bad boy, 'cause i don't even miss her/i'm a bad boy for breakin' her heart - tom petty
Have you ever considered writing songs? Wishing you all the best!
Please feel free to visit my site at www.freewebs.com and here in the "Den".
Felix L. Perry
And the merging of everyday tasks to ponder life's purpose was a great idea. This one has an edge that makes me wonder how things matter or not, with each passing day.
Gary
i remember that song...in the 80's i lived in reseda, but not anymore...
its all about choices
bedraggled linen,
pushing meat
through the trap,
the way to go, right?
... except when it isn’t."
Appropiating verse, Anne! Now, you are slaying me.
Love this iconic slice of history, how young we were...
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
He'll never work it out...
The monotony of a good girls lot... till she breaks the chains..
Tami