Well and Good

I don't know what you're lookin for
And it looks like neither do you
Will you let this go on forever
Are you waiting for a clue

Because I'm so tired of wondering what's going on, yeah
I'm so tired of thinkin I've done something wrong, yeah
Can you hear my voice
Maybe you should make your choice

But it's all well and good
Yeah it's all well and good

I don't know what you're thinkin
As you watch me walk away
But if it means anything to you
Maybe you oughta say

Because I'm so tired of trying to read your mind, yeah
I'm so tired of bein left so far behind, yeah
I don't understand
Why don't you hold my hand

But it's all well and good
Yeah it's all well and good

I don't know what you're doin
Are you leading me on or not
I don't know what to think anymore
Cuz you're everything I've fought
Not to feel, yeah

I'm so tired of not knowin what to think, yeah
I'm mired in quicksand and I'm just trying not to sink, yeah
I just don't know
Where this will go

But it's all well and good
Yeah it's all well and good

Well, it's all well and good that you don't know what to say
But I know you have my number and you could call it anyway, yeah
It's all well and good that you're feeling kinda scared
But I don't know what to tell you, the whole world's unprepared

So I guess that we're just friends.
The end.

But it's all well and good
Yeah it's all well and good (see if I care)
All well and good (see if I care)

I don't know what you're lookin for
And it looks like neither do you

Fountain of Youth, December 2007

Take off your shoes
And, barefoot, feel the ground
Embrace the breeze
Celebrate solitude
There's no one around

Can you feel the moon against your skin
The wind blow through your hair
The stars being your guides
There's no excuse
For the universe and you

Wade through the water
Cool and clear
Silence is the only sound
Ringing through the atmosphere

Can you feel the moon against your skin
The wind blow through your hair
The stars being your guides
There's no excuse
For the universe and you

The fountain of youth is just a step away
Men have died to find it
Here it is
What else do you think would have brought you here

Drink deep

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Sisters I Never Had

Christmas present to my sisters Dear Abby and Christine Daae. Love, Allie Baba.

Dear Abby and Ms. Daae,
It’s your Allie Baba and I’ve got something to say
I can’t make Christmas cards or give you lessons for come-thou-hither eyes
But hopefully my song can suffice

Merry Christmas to you from me
I offer you my melody
No matter the miles that keep us apart
I always keep your smiles in my heart

Ms. Daae, I love your golden eyes
Your happy laugh, your smile of surprise
I love your cheerful ways
How you always brighten everybody’s days

Merry Christmas to you from me
I offer you my melody
No matter the miles that keep us apart
I always keep your smiles in my heart

Dear Abby, you’re an angel in disguise
Just ask all the guys
Keeping them in line with your come thou hither eyes
You’re there in sunshine and in snow
Even when you’re partying it up in Morocco

Merry Christmas to you from me
I offer you my melody
No matter the miles that keep us apart
I always keep your smiles in my heart

Thank you for being there with me
Even when my song is out of key
And thanks for always singing along
Even when you don’t know the song

Merry Christmas to you from me
I offer you my melody
No matter the miles that keep us apart
I always keep your smiles in my heart
Through the bitter and sweet, through the good and the bad
You’re the sisters I never had

[Untitled, you should name it], October 2007

Who knows the way to the heart?
Who knows the way it starts?

I didn’t plan it when we met
Two silent strangers only friends of friends
And, since, I’ve tried to forget
How innocent means can lead to unhappy ends

I handed you my heart
Like I hand the pepper and salt across the table
You swore that you’d be mine
As long as you were able

You looked into my eyes the way the sunlight falls on flowering trees
And the way you’d touch my hand, as if you’d always understand my every need
And the way you’d smile to see me near
And the way you’d boast about everything I was, to anyone who’d hear

I handed you my heart
Like I hand the pepper and salt across the table
You swore that you’d be mine
As long as you were able

You look through me as though I am the ghost of true love past
I never know what to think—we were both so sure that it could last
But when the world falls apart and the children cry and the fabric comes undone
And everything’s outta place and there’s just not enough space, there’s only one thing to be done

Steal my heart back from your hands
Like you stole my kisses at midnight
Burn your promises to ash
Like I sometimes burn the dinner, except on purpose

Who knows the way to the heart?
Who knows the way it starts?

Tribute to George Orwell, October 2007

Hey George
I saw your name the other day
You know you made the editorial page
Of the NY Times

I guess the British government had been keeping tabs on you
They noticed your Bohemian manner of dress
And concluded you were probably a Communist

Which you were at the time

I saw you worked with Tom
I heard you liked his magazine
But you never quite had enough to pay the purchase fee

I guess you kinda liked Tom’s philosophies
But not all of his politics
That’s when you started writing books

After you fought the war

It was in the 1940’s that you gave the British government
A list of pinkos
You said you strongly felt Charlie Chaplin was red at heart

After the Spanish Civil War
Where you fought with the Trotskyites
I heard that was the turning point
I heard you were a Loyalist
And it was in the war you learned what you believed

Became an anti-Stalinist

Oh ho, thanks for Animal Farm
And for 1984
You made the kind of stir
Tom didn’t even ask for
Oh ho, we read your books today
And you know you made a change
Oh ho, hey George

Hey George
I saw your name the other day
You know you made the editorial page
Of the NY Times

You Know You Love Them, unfinished

It's amazing how things can change in a cell
Let's talk about mRNA and tRNA as well
Our friends who make it possible to transcribe and translate
I know you love them, they are so great

CHORUS!
The mRNA makes transcripts of genes
And takes the transcriptions to the site of our dreams
AKA the RER and cytoplasm--you know it's true
And tRNA makes translation possible for you

Every tRNA dreams of codon recognition
Brought together by ribosomes and peptide bond formation
Then for their honeymoon they went to cytoplasm
For some translocation

Start translation off with initiation
Binds at AUG the start codon
Attach ribosome units, then comes the P site
Once elongation starts it'll all be all right