Lisa Bastoni: Lyrics

I am a folksinger
As you can plainly see
I sing a lot of songs
That are melancholy
I got this intonation
From a man named Bobby D.
Who borrowed this chord progression
From Woody Guthrie

I wear long floral skirts
They almost touch the ground
It's the folkie's uniform
I think it really helps my sound
I am the ideal friend
You would want to have around
I can tell you about the new dirge I wrote
For my goldfish who just drowned

You see I like to stretch my rhymes
Just as far as they will go
It adds that untrained honesty
To the grief I got below
And my grammar ain't always perfect
I pretend so you're sure to know
It's that authentic speech impediment
I picked up on the road

However, I am an intellectual
So would you please cut me some slack?
I've read only the Literary Greats:
Burroughs, Ginsberg, Kerouac
And I've got this bitterness inside me
So I drink my coffee black
I sabotage relationships
And roll around in poison sumac

And it's all for inspiration!

'Cause there are fifty thousand folksingers
And only one of them is me
And we all got some kind of message to send
A-Coo-Stick-A-Lee
And one of us must strive to defeat
This crushing pop mediocrity
And I'm just one of those fifty thousand
Peddling folk CDs
Hoping and praying
Hoping and praying
That it might be me!


(c) and (p) 2002 Lisa Bastoni