Boxes
(by Michael Clem)
Boxes open. Guess it’s time
Streisand’s yours, but Tony Bennett’s mine
Beatles stay, but U2 goes
Don’t take the Windham Hills
cuz i bought those
Take your Shania, your Faith, but leave Patsy Cline
I’ll ship you anything
that you’ve left behind
It suddenly occurs to me through it all
we don’t have much in common at all
Boxes filling up, it’s moving quick
Please take all the Yanni stuff
oh, he makes me sick
And don’t knock my bluegrass
and what you can’t understand
And it’s not Van Fossil
It’s Van the MAN
Take your Madonna, your techno
your Cher and Wang Chung
but leave the Dylan, the Nick Drake
and the Neil Young
We’ve never had the same taste that I can recall
We don’t have much in common at all
Where has the fighting gone?
There’s no tug of war
just this line of tape, divides the floor
This goes with you
That stays with me
Oh, this is so much easier
than I thought it would be
Boxes sealed up, it’s time to split
I try to open up, but you’ll have none of it
You act like nothing’s wrong
but you know there is – wait –
Who gets this Barney CD?
Looks like it’s his
Well, there lies the saddest part of all
We do have him in common after all
Where is Solomon to do his part?
Who has the greater will
the bigger heart?
We both love him so, above it all
We do have that in common
and how will we look upon him
We do have that in common, after all
copyright 2006 J Fish Music