Drunken Lady of the Morning
Drunken Lady's Dance: A Poetic Spin on Life's Imperfections
Lyrics
The drunken lady of the morning
The intoxicated woman in the early morning
Stumbles down the street,
Walks unsteadily along the street
And makes a joke of every tipsy minute.
Turns each drunken moment into a humorous occasion
Her true love is the garbage man,
Her real affection is for the garbage man
He sweeps her off her feet.
He metaphorically lifts her off the ground
It's not a perfect world but she is in it.
Despite life's imperfections, she finds happiness
She'd like to try to make the morning smile,
She wishes to bring joy to the morning
Hold it to her breast a little while,
Embracing it warmly for a brief moment
Rockin' it to sleep just like a child.
Cradling it like a baby, trying to soothe it
She feels her bones to be the stones
She sees her strength as the foundation of the street
That pave the slippery street.
Imagines the street as a slippery path
She'd like to use a building for a bonnet.
Expresses a desire to wear a building as a hat
She wonders if the world will wait
Contemplates if the world will pause for her
So she can stand up straight
So she can stand upright
It spins so fast she just can't stand up on it.
The fast-paced world makes it difficult for her to stand
She'd like to use the magic in her mind
She wants to use her imaginative power
To turn the oil slick in the street to wine,
To transform a street's oil spill into wine
Or polish a policeman's eyes until they shine.
Or brighten a police officer's eyes with magic
The drunken lady of the morning mumbles as she swings,
The intoxicated woman mumbles as she sways
Her head's so heavy she can barely life it.
Her head is so heavy she struggles to lift it
And smashing glass she curses at the bottle that she flings
Breaking glass, she curses at the bottle she throws
It's not a perfect love but she sleeps with it.
Despite its imperfections, she finds solace in her love
She'd like to try to make the morning cry,
She aims to make the morning weep
And tell the rising sun another lie,
Telling untruths to the rising sun
Or choke the light of day Just like it was a spy
Suppressing the light of day as if it were a spy
Feeling fine
Feeling good
Going blind
Losing sight
All mankind Is divine
All humanity is divine
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