Track # 4 Vonnegut’s Wife

Pints of gin and sagging hems
Typewriters like old best friends
Sail along the dusk like gondoliers
Trotsky’s child gave up the ghost
And like him I’m keeping notes
But some things don’t mean as much to me

Ooo hello mother night, goodbye simple life
Trial by fire you ought to see
Like Vonnegut’s wife, oh like Vonnegut’s wife

Should have told the truth, should have told a lie
Ordinary love, ordinary life
Sirens sing us out to sea
Should have held a hand, should have turned a stone
When your dead our dead, are we flesh and bone?

Should have seen the light, should have closed me eyes
Ordinary blue, ordinary sky
Titans, monsters, oh and then there’s me
Should have kissed your face, should have found a home
When your dead our dead, are we flesh and bone?
Are we all what we pretend to be?

Ooo hello mother night, goodbye simple life
Trial by fire you ought to see
Like Vonnegut’s wife, oh like Vonnegut’s wife

Huckleberry’s darkest twin
Saw a world that ruins most men
Glitter teardrops eyes like chandeliers
Bury me in all you’ve heard
So it goes with final words
Give my best to those who think of me

Ooo hello mother night, goodbye simple life
Trial in the fire that you ought to see
Like Vonnegut’s wife

Written By
Circe Link – Narccisiphus Music (BMI)
Copyright 2010