Friday, September 24, 2010

The song I'm loving today

Mrs. Potter's Lullaby (Counting Crows)



Well I woke in mid afternoon 'cause that's when it all hurts the most
I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host
If dreams are like movies then memories are films about ghosts
You can never escape, you can only move south down the coast

Well I am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame
I am an acrobat swinging trapezes through circles of flame
If you've never stared off into the distance then your life is a shame
Although I'll never forget your face, sometimes I can't remember my name

Hey Mrs. Potter don't cry
Hey Mrs. Potter I know why but
Hey Mrs, Potter won't you talk to me?

There's a piece of Maria in every song that I sing
And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings
And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring
And the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything

Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said
And the ghosts of the tilt-o-whirl will linger inside of your head
And the Ferris wheel junkies will spin there forever instead
When I see you a blanket of stars covers me in my bed

Hey Mrs. Potter don't go
I said hey Mrs. Potter I don't know but
Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me?

All the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleep
And lovesick rejections that accompany the company I keep
All the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep
Hey I can bleed as well as anyone, but I need someone to help me sleep

So I throw my hand into the air and it swims in the beams
It's just a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream
Well I know I don't know you and you're probably not what you seem
Aw, but I'd sure like to find out so why don't you climb down off that movie screen?

Hey Mrs. Potter don't turn
Hey Mrs. Potter I burn for you
Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me?

When the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor
And orders another, well I wonder what he did that for
That's when I know that I have to get out 'cause I have been there before
So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door

We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars
We stand up in the palace like it's the last of the great pioneer town bars
Aw, we shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars
Well, you can see a million miles tonight, but you can't get very far
Oh, you can see a million miles tonight, but you can't get very far

Hey Mrs. Potter I won't touch
And hey Mrs. Potter it's not much
But hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me?

Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me?

Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me?

3 comments:

  1. a. That is a good song.

    b. That is a good driving song, say for road trips to and from the other side of the state.

    c. That is an even better song when it is being enjoyed at home with a glass of wine. I should know. That's what I'm doing right now.

    ReplyDelete
  2. e. That rhymed.

    f. Perhaps I've had too much wine.

    ReplyDelete