World Music

A young woman is trying to find her way in the world.

Love and loss.

Joni Mitchell is taking steroids.

A life lived without family and religion

Love at a toss

“I used to be able to do everything myself.”

Americans on the verge of adulthood

Discovering that they are not alone,

They cannot be alone

They must connect to others

Connect like moss

This is a song of self-discovery.

A song of innocence

We need a good mood

A song with unity

Did you know

That all is not lost?

Did you really know

South Indian vocables,

are used in the Carnatic tradition.

I studied them years ago

Somewhere in Madras

Shove it up your ass

You can dance this at a club

Just ask Ross

After blue, after you, is it true?

Do you remember the sequel about a young woman

trying to achieve intimacy with her partner.

There is an echo of Motown here,

An old disco record

A massive attack

Urban slack

Just ask the boss

Reminds me of a number of times

When I would walk home

Just past 42 street.

I would walk down the street,

let us say at one in the morning

and there were young people here and there

entering and exiting restaurants

The clubs and the sheer loneliness of the streets of Manhattan

would hit me.

Their loss

Walking home on Friday evenings

I would see the young men and women dressed to the nines

waiting to get into dance clubs.

For what? To find the “one?”

What does she say to her date,

“If you want to go deeper?

Must I stay late?”

Is that the cost?

Love emerges, it almost rises

despite hipness, coolness and urban surprises

It comes in large or the smallest sizes

Well this your imagination

Or is this your past

Do your best

Try, try, try, try, try- and make it last