Sorry We're Open

Five highlights from my Sorry We're Open album

Half of an album composed and recorded in 2009 in Beacon, New York.
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In every life some rain must fall, but why in mine so much?
The world sees that I’m crippled and kicks away my crutch
I’m gorgeous. Heaven knows I am, and humble to a fault
In every wound I suffer, tho, the world keeps rubbing salt

She stood up in court in her harlot’s red blouse
I’ve still got Jesus. She got the house

The love that dares not speak its name
pays no attention to wealth or fame
Some fellas in neckties have rigged the game
In the end we’ll all go down in flames

I want me some ribs and I want me some greens
I want me some X-rated men’s magazines
I want me an automobile that won’t stall
But that little gal’s what I want most of all

Put your little hand in mine
in Timbuktu and Palestine
We’ll give the locals prophylactics
and in hushed tones speak of tactics

And, on a more serious note…