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The Brain Song and Moore, Julianne

by David Ragland

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(verse one) she might be seen takin' photos of your brain and then she'll knit a brain to match the couch and don't slouch she'll want to rest her head on your shoulder and talk about the brain (chorus) cerebellum coordination frontal lobe the milk's gone bad sensory cortex won't you itch this scratch won't you scratch this rash the brainstem let me take your pulse won't you stay awake? I'm up - I move a bit too slow which brings me to the temporal lobe hear those cries across the globe (verse two) she likes big words and when she uses them she smiles and waits waits for me to congratulate I wonder if she's seen little man tate she'll want to rest her head on your shoulder and talk about the brain (chorus) (outro) cries across the globe it seems she knows about my mind and she'll try to find just what makes me tick I think she knows some tricks
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Please tell me the time I called for your voice on the telephone line 7:13 I picture a face to go with the sound of you calming me down 7:18 And can I pretend you're not prerecorded You're just on with me Talking me to sleep And I just need the time And your voice on the line So where are you now? The top of Big Ben in a clock tower den? 7:20 Maybe you're not far A neighborhood bar I'll be there at 10 sharp 10:11 Let me just pretend that you know the answers You know exact time We should be just fine And I will sleep to pine for your voice on the line
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I won't be put out if you don't make me laugh but I would find it funny if you found that photograph of my ex-lover in Holland all whiskeyed up and mingling with a sign post like she's known it now for years I brought a chisel and a hard hat to my twentieth blind date 'cause I just go for the comedy at this point the person I'm out with looks like Julianne Moore but she isn't anything like I'd imagine she might be I'm in the movie Vertigo, I dress ev'ryone I might know like her. Where's my Julianne? Who is that at the door? I'm hoping for Julianne Moore. Want another drink? I think I'll have one too I'd click my heels together if I had my ruby shoes The woman that I'm out with keeps talking talking talking 'bout her old flame guess I can't really complain because distraction is a hobby of mine and it's in full gear, it's the same woman ev'ry night the person I'm out with looks like Julianne Moore but she isn't anything like I'd imagine she might be I'm in the movie Vertigo, I dress ev'ryone I might know like her. No one else compares with her Perhaps Meryl Streep, but the world wants her Safe in front of the movie screen, this one-sided romance is fine with me 'til I'm home and it's late and my lonely heart begins to ache. Maybe in time, this lust will decline 'Til then it's just not so fair for me to date for hearts may break ev'ryone is Julianne You can tap dance for me You can charm all the bees, but you're just one more Julianne. Where's my Julianne? Who is that at the door? I'm hoping for Julianne Moore.
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Smiles Again 02:08
she knocks the stride out of my step wait, I had no stride to begin with but you know what I mean i'll xerox a fine 'zine with her quotes on the front to get everyone's attention everyone I've got it bad everyone I've got it bad and her words aren't rigged or clad with blame unlike some floozie on the street who pulls a cart full of magnets on the ground to drag you down no she's not like that at all no she's not like that at all she smiles then smiles again Michelle leaves notes in my desk drawer so I have something to come home to I wish I had a machine to vocalize her cursive i would sink in that space - post two-syllable laughter she asks me to take the train she asks me to take the train and her words aren't high, chained up out of reach we kick our shoes off on the shore we walk til' bugs chase our feet out from the sand onto flat land she drives me to the train only minutes still remain she smiles then smiles again
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She lives in her car, at least from afar. She sings while she drives and laughs with her sides. She paid for the garage. I paid for the lodge. sing along Her name is Michelle. My name is not Michelle. She talks like a woman. I don't talk like a woman. it's science how that works Let's not tell the other perks She wishes on stars at least from afar. I think I see Mars. She says "No, it's a star." She paid for the Scope. I paid for the soap. sing along Her name is Michelle. My name is not Michelle. She laughs like a woman. I don't laugh like a woman it's science how that works. Let's not tell the other perks. When push comes to shove, I think I'm in love. When there's just no shove, I still think I'm in love. Her name is Michelle. My name is not Michelle. She sings like a woman. I don't sing like a woman. it's science how that works. Let's not tell the other perks.
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I won't be put out if you don't make me laugh but I would find it funny if you found that photograph of my ex-lover in Holland all whiskeyed up and mingling with a sign post like she's known it now for years I brought a chisel and a hard hat to my twentieth blind date 'cause I just go for the comedy at this point the person I'm out with looks like Julianne Moore but she isn't anything like I'd imagine she might be I'm in the movie Vertigo, I dress ev'ryone I might know like her. Where's my Julianne? Who is that at the door? I'm hoping for Julianne Moore. Want another drink? I think I'll have one too I'd click my heels together if I had my ruby shoes The woman that I'm out with keeps talking talking talking 'bout her old flame guess I can't really complain because distraction is a hobby of mine and it's in full gear, it's the same woman ev'ry night the person I'm out with looks like Julianne Moore but she isn't anything like I'd imagine she might be I'm in the movie Vertigo, I dress ev'ryone I might know like her. No one else compares with her Perhaps Meryl Streep, but the world wants her Safe in front of the movie screen, this one-sided romance is fine with me 'til I'm home and it's late and my lonely heart begins to ache. Maybe in time, this lust will decline 'Til then it's just not so fair for me to date for hearts may break ev'ryone is Julianne You can tap dance for me You can charm all the bees, but you're just one more Julianne. Where's my Julianne? Who is that at the door? I'm hoping for Julianne Moore.
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Small 02:14
You're so tall, but I just stole your stilts. Now how will they pick you out in the crowd? Looks like you'll have to make a plan like shoulder stepping or top hats hats or huge eighties hair. Whad'ja do when you were small? Hey big man, let's see you touch the moon. Is it rude, now, to point out- you spoke too soon. Hey did you bite your tongue right off? Or did your words just come up lost, lost- a quiet lullaby Back to when you were so small. Bridge: Come on, let's see what you've got up your sleeve, up your sleeve, up your sleeve, up your sleeve, up your sleeve? Come on, let's see what you've got up your sleeve, up your sleeve, up your sleeve, up your sleeve, up your sleeve? You're topless now, the truth will set you free. You're so tall, but I just stole your stilts. Now how will they pick you out in the crowd? Looks like you'll have to make a plan like shoulder stepping or top hats hats or huge eighties hair. Whad'ja do when you were small?

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released April 30, 2017

written by David Ragland

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