"Ol' Blue Eyes" and "Patsy Cline" and Ot

You Need Them Paws For Pickin'

Come see your Dixie Chicken
git down in the car seat
be your off night back street
slippin' around
get down
not much to see in that
there old country town,
let's sneak off into the woods
don't look at that besmirchin' scum in the pond,
only see creatures of beauty and lust
boy I done left you behind
in the dust,
the gold hard glint of your ring
didn't mean a thing
though once I guess it could
and in the end I suppose
it must,
stay outa the black water river,
thinkin' of you in there
in those inky snakey depths
makes me shiver,
nature looks ancient and creepy there,
in that particular spot,
so hurry down home an' save
them precious fingers
for special tunes that linger
that's what I wish--
don't waste 'em tryin' to
catch a fish
your Dixie chickens still huddle
in the coop awaitin' your pleasure,
just lovin' the sound of your croonin'
you were always such a treasure
go too near the million year
old black river,
oooh
somethin' ominous an' chillin'
can make you quivor'
although I'm willin'
maybe the times just
ain't right for us country
folk no more--
will set our sights
on a brighter shore
--Pinkie (Susy)

I had heard about hicks fishin' using only their hands, trying to grasp a poor squirming fishie with just their claws and paws, struck me as odd

S.O.S.
(for piano and cello)

Sent out my S.O.S.
but you didn't hear,
guess it's better to know
you don't care
must it be so clear

yes, it's over now,
and I'm leavin' soon
gonna pack up my bags
gonna leave as soon

as soon as I write this tune

yes I'm leavin' Love
you were deceiving, Love
no I'm never gonna
see your face again

yes I'm leavin' today
and I'm leavin' to stay
but I'll take it with me
I'll take you with me
on the train

Sent out my S.O.S.
but you didn't hear,
guess it's better to know
you don't care
must it be so clear?

yes it's over now,
and I"m leavin' soon
gonna pack up my bags
gonna leave as soon
as soon as I write this tune

--SUSY

For Your Music
(for Paul)

Can I find the words to say
how your music makes me feel,
of all the false, the phony dreams
it alone seems real
you were up there on the stage
an angel from the skies
sending poems
from your eyes
Beloved stranger from an English city,
I wish you would think I'm pretty
you're so full of grace,
and it's shining in your face
and your singing says to me
what in the world are we doing here
each so prone to pain and shame,
we need your songs to give
our dream a name

you don't even know it
but song man you sure show it,
you've been blessed by divine grace,
and it's shining from your face
and even music men get caught
in the web of "I"
caught in that illusion
caught until they fly
until they fly

but you lose yourself in your music
as if you're not even trying,
and you beam down upon us
some are crying, dancing, singing
many smiling
all are flying
Angel from an English seaport city,
please show me some pity
let me see you again
and hear you again
and feel you again,
always know I'm
a true friend

--Susy