Marilyn came walking down the street,
smile on her face, dust on her feet
All the way down from the country side,
She ain't got nothing on her, but her clothes
...and her horn
She hiked all the way down to Chicago,
climbing up trucks, traveling far and wide
Rock 'n 'Roll on the radio,
ain't got no money but a couple of dimes for the phone
and she's all alone
Hey Marilyn...
Play a tune for me, on your wailing saxophone
Hey Marilyn...
Play a tune for me, and come around once more
Marilyn's coming through my door,
puts her horn right down on the floor, she says
'Hey Honey, I'm looking for a job,
a place to stay and play and a bed for the night
and someone by my side'
Hey baby, you can play your Rock 'n' Roll,
just go up there and play your soul
and if you play your horn real nice, I might be
asking you to play some more, just for me
A sweet melody
Now, Marilyn, she get's up on the stage,
She says 'I like to play, to play all day,
First I'll play my horn, then I'll play with you
We can play just as long as you want me to
Nothing else to do
But in the morning Marilyn is gone,
She must 've left, early before dawn,
to hit the road again and again and
I got nothing but the memory of her love
...and her horn
BEZET
Wellustig neemt zij bezit van mij
Nee, zij is geen lady
Nee, zij is niet lief
Niet ontwapenend of zachtaardig
Een vrouw met initiatief
Zij neemt wat ze wil
Zij wil mij
voor één keer..
misschien meer
Ze zegt: Jij
Lekker ding
Verleidelijk ogend
Vlot met de vingers
Losjes van moraal
Het toilet is te krap
voor ons ruige spel
Tegen elkaar aangedrukt
Het WC-papier van de muur gerukt
Slingers voor ons prive-feest
Nee, deze dame is geen dame
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021