PRETEND
Pretend
On this side
There’s a monkey
Makin’ bass
In a jug
With’is tongue
Pretend
On this side
There’s a pitch black woman
Dressed in a slow
tornado
Who looks so much like the night time
She almost turns blue in the sun
She’s gonna carry us through this tune
With
Huntsville, Texas
And The
Soul-Lifters Gospel Choir.
That’s my back-up diva.
Pretend
Behind me
There’s just one
Big
Bang.
Now it’s you.
Pretend yer just bein’ yerselves.
Pretend ya live for a living.
Pretend
Inside yer skin
You’ve got a friend
Who’s willing to give you
everything you ever wanted
In exchange for all you’ve ever been.
Pretend you’re more obsessed with this moment
Less with the way it ends.
And
For a moment
Pretend
This is a plywood lemonade stand
With a sign on the front
It reads:
I got no more lemons
Just my OPINIONS
yours, for a DIME-A-DOZEN today
And they’ll always be on the table
But only some gonna set ya free.
Now here’s where I’ll needya to believe
Please
Believe that here stands a man who pretends not to fall apart
Who gets so mad
His lips peel back
When we give out slack to the dark
Who gets so God-solid nervous
Yer gonnawannatalkabouttomorrowagain
That he’ll pretend to stand and listen
With a sharp look on’is face
While a monkey plays BASS
BASS
With a back-up diva
Pullin’ back-up faith
For this one-man
Cross-universe
Relay race
To try and be more than
human
Beginning and ending
Moment by moment
Rolled over
Re-birthing again
Because history is repeating itself in record time, y’all,
And we gotta stop actin’ like nothin’s happenin’
When we’ve got 6-billion dawning truths setting 6-billion different suns on
you
But we 6-billion gods are all still up-in-arms over what it will cost to
follow through
So that YOU can be ME forever
My friend
At the same time I get to be YOU
So ya can rock me, Brother Rock
And you can soothe me, Sister Soothe
Like one
Big
Bang -
Because I don’t believe the big bang really happened yet.
I think a small bang mighta went pffft.
But the big bang
Is just on its mark
Gettin’ set
And is REALLY
Ready
To go
Kinda like a slow tornado
Growin’
Larger than 6-billion words
Movin’ faster than a sky that flies farther away
From every square inch of
us racing birds -
It looks a lot like it would if just
One brain
In the heart of this
place
Rose up
To the actual size
Of the actual voice
It actually contained
Into just 1 head
Singing just 1 song
With a word
And 6-billion looks on its face -
To see a monkey play BASS
BASS
To feel a back-up diva
And’er back-up faith
Goin’ off
Like one
Big
bang.
© Buddy Wakefield
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