Detective Writer Daughter - Carla Bley, The Jazz Composer's Orchestra

JACK:

Detective writer of English

She was once the Queen of Sweden

Her father’s horse was something like a house

Dad was a German where they lived

One time the leader was murdered

And they all threw fits

Harmonious with the times

Everybody in the house was sick

Their faces were like that

Leader:

All everybody saw was one thing

And it kept looking at them

JACK or LEADER:

Everything was comfortable beforehand

Things were melancholy and industrial

Ginger hoped never to see that pale house again

She was tired of people disliking her

For how interesting she was

While in the street

There’s Ginger

Wagging her tail

Between my legs

(The only lesson

I’ve learned

Is the one

I’m learning)

And in the street

There are goats

And horses

And there are cars

With horns

Leader:

She had a hard time forgetting the house

JACK:

Everybody it seemed was killing horses

VIVA:

Smalltown agonist for whom exactness

Is that which hair is flesh to

He influences her to suit his character