Smalltown Agonist - Carla Bley, The Jazz Composer's Orchestra

DAVID (lying there chewing in bed

A string knotted about his neck):

Ginger pleading

Given over to His Friends

Who choose for her everything

He would want them to do

Everything around in circles

And some things even seeming to

Drying up on their sides

Roomer:

Or slowly coming to grips

With being grabbed by the lips

David:

Ginger thinking flies —

Nurse:

All green within

David:

— Ginger seeing flies take off

Just to land —

Nurse:

All pale with go

David:

— On her wholewheat baby body —

Nurse:

A whistling echo

David:

— An isolated thread

Tied to face blood

Some socialist stationwagon solution

Doctor:

Mastering whims in the meadow

Or in hotels next to men

Who own them

Packed so tightly in their skins

Roomer:

Hear the crowd to words

Feel the arrogance to solutions

Scream the loss in situations

David:

Ginger bites them

To isolate qualities

Before they got ignored

She’d close her eyes

While opening up the door

And waste no costly muscles guessing

By biting anyone on the bathroom floor

Therapist:

Day after day after day

David:

Making dogs

Nurse i:

E pluribus unum

David:

Making do

Nurse ii:

E pluribus unum

Nurse i:

E pluribus unum

Nurse ii:

E pluribus unum

David:

Making money

Nurse i:

E pluribus unum

'Orchestra'

Little pony soldier

For whom time

Is the mind of the universe

Backing up to park on him

David:

Selling nude photographs

Of Joe DiMagio