(For Phyllis on Valentine’s Day)
2/11/17
Verse 1
Talk to me, say you will.
I need to know.
Night gets closer, time’s short.
Then I’ll have to go.
Verse 2
Your eyes still speak your love
They never lie
I know that you wonder
How I’ve made you cry.
Bridge
You walked in the streets by yourself
Rainy days all alone
Take my hand and
Hold it forever
I walk with you now.
Verse 3
Taste the wine, close your eyes
Stay by the fire
Flames can warm us inside
Taking us up higher.
Verse 4
I can see in your heart
Still loving me
You have always been here
And we’re both still free.
Bridge
Redwood forests, still and cool
Shading us from the sun
Silent mist rose No more need for talking
I walk with you now.
I Walk With You Now
“In This Fictitious World She’s a Fact”
The first verse of this song is about my beautiful wife, Phyllis Messinger.
The second and third verses are dedicated to Christine Blasey-Ford, Anita Hill, and all, brave powerful women.
May 5, 1986
(Retrieved October 28, 2018)
When I met Phyllis Messinger
I had to confess to her
She made me want to know where she lived
Then she took me home with her
And now I belong to her
She’s got all the love I can give.
On the Sandy Hook beach, we kissed the first time
We sure have kissed a lot of times since
We even got married when the time was right
And now we’re even better best friends
I love Phyllis Messinger
Want to give all my best to her
I met her one day six years back.
She’s my happiness messenger
I’ll never let go of her
In this fictitious world she’s a fact.
October 7, 2018
(For Anita Hill and Christine Blasey Ford)
I
The girls pay the bill again
When monsters discredit them
And power sends truth down the drain
So we turn to the messengers
Who’ll speak the hard truth for her
And tell us about all their pain.
The words of the messengers
Are ineffable harbingers
Of women yelling listen to me
The voice of the goddess is a lightning bolt crack
In this fictitious world she’s a fact.
II
As the shouts of MeToo are heard
President Mocking Bird
Dreams about the pussy he’s grabbed
His reasoning’s just as bent
As his mushroom shaped implement
He wishes was plated with gold.
And history’s analysts
will tell all the truth of this
The orange man’s deceptions exposed
The voice of the goddess will the truth unpack
In this fictitious world she’s a fact
III
His foot’s stepping on her neck,
He figures she’ll never check
His privilege to walk where he wants.
But one day his back will turn
And it’ll be time to learn
His white house is gonna burn down.
The swift sword that’s swung by her
He’ll try his best to deter
But his limp little shroom will shrink back
His gold will turn yellow as the goddess attacks
And his fictions will fade with her facts.
Yeah, his fiction will fade with her facts.
In this fictitious world she’s a fact