The Song
Taken from a group of songs written about movie directors. Written for John Huston, the wives of John Huston and, errr, me! I don’t know how I ended up in there recalling people that have been to the point: people to this day, I still admire despite the pain they’ve caused me. Why should it cause pain? A fudged consciousness to blame, maybe? I guess it makes me think of my desire for an ordered, balanced and productive life. It’s hard not to quote Dylan at this point:
“I tried my best not to hurt anyone and to steer clear of a life of crime.”
I’ve been hurt but I’ve also caused hurt. Can you learn from both of them? Is the first lesson that they are the same thing?
The Players
John Clark bass acoustic guitar percussion
Stevie keys elec sitar vocals
Bob Kildea percussion
Ysla Robertson violin
Gillian Risi violin
The Writers
Stevie Jackson / Roy Moller
The Words
Here comes the wayward Son and he’s going to find direction at last
“Hey kids kick it all around cause I’m going to read my paper before I look through the lens”
Like Hemmingway would always say
“ Hey, you know, you know that the Man makes the work”
Your naysayers don’t get your groovin’ as your reaching for your elephant gun
He was just, just, just, just, just so to the point it’s scary
Just so, say it isn’t “Uh Ho”
Just so to the point it’s scary
TO THE POINT, it’s scary
Girl One, she loved you true and you were lost in her smile till along came number Two
Sense a rift, you didn’t write it in the script
Then came number Three and she’s lapping up your Cocktail Blues
Showed the door to number Four
Cute little number, you were looking for a higher score
Met a Crocodile, happy for a little while
Now she’s getting snappy and she’s making allegations
Just, just, just, just so to the point it’s scary
She dropped the bomb with her usual aplomb (sing her a long song)
She was just so to the point it’s scary
TO THE POINT it’s scary
Listen John you could my Saviour, making with my Flavia
Scenes from Scandinavia
Winds blow, she come from the Seven Seas
Uh oh, Vikings in the Hebrides
Press keys, spell check, press send, “We still friends?”
No reply, guts spilled, she’s strong willed, it’s not a thrill to love her
A broken heart, I headed for a foreign land
A New York Tempeh sandwhich so take me to Angelica’s (300 East 12th Street)
Houston we don’t have a problem, Tom Hanks, no thanks
To the promise of a better world (Goodbye Apollo 13)
Cute girl said “Come to Philadelphia”
I took the Gamble then she took the Huff
Mancunian Polish Sex Priestess, pulled down her dress said
“Enough is enough”
She was just, she was just, just, just, just so to the point it’s scary
She dropped the bomb with her usual aplomb
She was just so to the point it scared me
TO THE POINT it scared me
Hey John, I’m kissing out of tune, won’t you tell me your prescription, tell me what I’m missing
“Hey Boy, you gotta hear what I say, you gotta fill your ears with marrow from a cow killed in the hay”
May Horse, she’s a mean little apple
Hatful, capful, 3 bushel bagfuls
Hold my hand let’s pray to the saints
She said
“Get yourself a backbone, you ain’t no invertebrate”