Merry Widow - Song Lyrics from the 90s

 

MERRY WIDOW

Lyrics and Vocal Melody
By Julie Gengo

The cradle rocks desperately  

And you break down

While the merry widow sleeps

You break down, break down

You ramble on all alone

But your pockets aren’t sewn

And there ain’t nothing left

You can’t buy your lifeline with it

Or a place called home

(Guitar Break)

How reckless abandonment 

That has raped your soul dry

Could still exist

There is no pride

Or a lullaby called home

And you still can’t reach

But your hands are untied

So you can’t complain

And they taught you not to ever speak again

Speak again

The light seems so pale 

Reflecting off your skin

As deep as your despair 

Penetrating within

And you break down 

And you break down

And you break down

And you break down

And there ain’t nothing left

You can’t buy your lifeline 

Or a place called home

And you still can’t reach

But your hands are untied

So you can’t complain

And they taught you not to ever speak again

Speak again

Speak again

Speak again 

Speak again 

Speak, speak again…..

 

If You Lived Near By

If you lived near by

I would become thin

and crawl through your cat door

and sneak up

as you sat in your chair

reading your book

I would light a candle

and sit next to you

to keep you company

We would play cards

or chess

even though I don't know how to play

If you lived near by

I would call you from a phone booth

on a rainy night

and make you come to your window

I would smile and wave

and you would come down

and we would dance

in the warm rain

and get soaking wet

If you lived near by

I would bring you zucchini

from my garden

and a pumpkin

when they were in season

I would teach you

how to make soup

and how adding in

a little bit of this and a touch of that

can make all the difference

If you lived near by

I would hand deliver

postcards from exotic places

that I found at garage sales

I would write little notes

on them

pretending to be having a

fabulous time

but also sending you love

and kisses

and telling you how much I missed you

Hello

Hello
by Julie Gengo

hello from the back

of the hollow wall

the sound of last year's 

concert in the park

a tiny murmur from yesterday

remains

girl peers out

from behind a book

and listens

counting the meter

as the words 

catch up to the 

day that changed everything

3-10

3-10

3-10

by Julie Gengo

3-10

Color brown-red

Used for attention-grabbing

To match the sun's

intensity

and cover up words

dared to be spoken

3:10

The time to locate

the shoes used

to secure traction

and stop slippage

and chances of

falling down

3/10

The day the rain fell

and filled buckets

with tears of sorrow

for broken promises

and dreams of togetherness

in distant places

that never came to be

310 (three hundred and ten)

degrees on

the other side of the world

where the day

has more meaning than the

time in which it was placed

3-10

the platform where

trains stop

friends connect

saturated in discussion

about the future

and points of happiness

310(three hundred and ten)

pages whose sole purpose

is to disconnect what

was once perfection

now strands of solitude

left naked in

what went wrong

3-10

the average amount of

dedication and determination

to prove the reasons

why you were chosen to inspire

310 (three hundred and ten)

lines of subjective thoughts

and patterns

that twist

acceptable meaning

into unrecognizable

and incongruous

observation of the

way things are

or

should be

310(three hundred and ten)

miles of travel

that carries a burden

before it is released

after the weight became too much

to bear

310(three hundred and ten)

tendencies

that encompasses the mind

per moments of

why,

when

and all

that is broken

Tripped Up By The Moon

Tripped up by the moon
Stumbling onto your doorstep
Happiness is a secret poet
Whispering sonnets 
Softness between the sheets

Water

Water

by Julie Gengo

What about water?

Does it flow

through your soul

cleansing out the debris?

Does it splash in your face

forging drops of innovation

and images

of distant lands?

Does it show up for dinner

then leave

the dishwasher wishes

running down the drain?

What about the time you said

you'd bathe me

in the fresh water spring

on the other side of the world?

The soft cooling calm

when we were in love

even though you had moved on

to firmer ground

A ground that

somehow

couldn't absorb the rain

that filled your heart

By the way

I passed a puddle

and thought of the time

you threw me overboard

and I sank down

so deep

I thought

I'd never surface again

But I did

and the sweet water

continues to flow

like tears from the sky

And the river

continues to bring

images

of what could have been

every

now

and again

You Gave Me Chocolate

You Gave Me Chocolate
by Julie Gengo

You gave me chocolate

When no one was looking

Four hearts of cerulean gold

In a box with a clear plastic cover

One swirled in pink

Capturing the tree-lined moment

After Thanksgiving dinner

At your parent’s house in the country

Another rich in deep darkness

When we explored the rain forest on a raft

Water snakes beckoning  

To climb on board

The third white with speckled brownness

Like the spots in the snow

After the cars drove by

When you were gone for a long time

The last a blend of magnificent and surreal

In a texture that put me to sleep

As you watched from a distance

The fire slowly dying