you lived beside a graveyard
but were buried miles away
with such ground to traverse
i'll visit on a rainy day
they wouldn't make you ashes
it was never meant that way
so they put you in a box
i carried you into to the grave
i took all your possessions
and i livened up my place
so my monument to you is now
inside my living space
the instrument's in storage
never sees the light of day
but when i listen through the f-holes
i can hear the songs you play
i'll never sell it off
not even for the highest bid
and when they see me play it
they'll say "my, just like she did!"
when it gets restored
i'll learn your flighty bow technique
so that when they see me playing
they'll be talking for a week

AYY MAMA!

don't you just love your mother? i love my mine. she came to town this weekend on business, the one time a year they throw money at her for an afternoon of easy work, and she spent it all on me! steaks from fine shops were cut and grilled into pies of blood, ice cream and strawberries consumed by the gallon and vodka shared in the after dinner twilight. and she even cleaned my bathroom and fed the cat!

i think my mom should sublet here over the summer. considering all the rapacious bullshit she traverses through every day in the confines of a university dental school in the middle of the prairies, she could use a few months of rock n' roll life with her little baby boy.

i'd offer her weed but she's probably have a heart attack.