So Close to Being (and other early works)

I was wondering when I'd see you next
    by chance upon the street
Outside the times we planned by phone 
for rendezvous to meet
The first time was the night after —
 the third time we split for good
Next you were happy to see me 
was there something you misunderstood

We were so close to being close
Just a faint image of myself
Looking in the window from the outside

We were so close to being close
Sometimes the world seems small
When you've got no place to hide

You first appeared at my locker 
(As I recall) with a beaded necklace made for me
And catching your pony
With a handful of snow after a reckless riding spree
You loved me for that crazy spirit — 
rebelling from our hometown
Something wilder than the geese flying in the fall
 But even they're shot down

We were so close to being close
Just a faint image of myself
Looking in the window from the outside
We were so close to being close
Sometimes the world seems small
When you've got no place to hide

I saw you just the other day in a subway car 
sitting right across the aisle
We were just strangers ignoring each other 
as we whiled away the while
I'm wondering why I wrote this — 
perhaps it sounds absurd
But I just met someone who meant so much
 and didn't even say a word

We were so close to being close
Just a faint image of myself on the floor
When the windows been shattered
We were so close to being close
And all you can say as I pick up the pieces
Is that it never really mattered

© Feb 12 1975 Stefan des Lauriers

FOREVER FOR A MINUTE

I wandered within a stadium watching each person on their stage

Thinking of ancient coliseums unforgotten through all this age

I wandered if this musical museum would warrant an historical page?

I stopped and thought about the infinite and it felt like Forever For a Minute

I smiled at a pretty redhead whose thoughts and mine one and the same

No introduction was needed for some how I knew her name

Like a fossil her past was embedded as fuel for fortune’s flame

I stopped and thought about the infinite and it felt like Forever For a Minute

In portions of omnipotence progressions of clouds floated by

Around a global circumference enclosing our minds like the sky

Deep within another universe where the winds of utopia fly

I stopped and thought about the infinite and it felt like Forever For a Minute

Somehow I thought that she was the one to stay with me forever

Perhaps it was a fading potion that shattered any future

She wanted to be with everyone I wanted to be just with her

I soon realized I could never begin it…

1971 Stefan des Lauriers

BROKEN WINGS

Sweet sweat on the lawn

Walk in the dawn

I long to see you

You’re far away

In some foreign land

I pity the sparrow

I cannot help you

I shivered in all of my bones

They’re all I really own

But these broken wings

And other things

That keep you on the ground

An eagle in blue

Permanent tattoo

That’s on his arm now

He looks so innocent

When he’s asleep

For someone whose bound

The symbol he’s found

It seems wrong somehow

Are those bars another tattoo

Or something just to look through

With broken wings and other things

That keep you on the ground

Reluctant choirboys

(Snickers annoy)

Carry a stretcher

Two dressed in their suits

Of mother’s joy

An angel has fallen

I heard them calling

Let’s go and fetch her

“But where will we take her to?”

That’s something they never knew

Those broken wings and other things

That keep you on the ground

A spotlight on ice

Trophy’s suffice

The figure skater

A child tires to climb    

Into her spotlight

But she has it made

With Ice Capades

(And jealous girls hate her)

Then she stands for a photograph

In the background faces laugh

At broken wings and other things

That keep you on the ground

A deposed model

And a baseball idol

Drove off in a flame

He buried the speedometer

In some lonely lane

But back here in town

With his buddies around

He plays the same game

It’s so easy to do

 If it didn't  happen to you

Those broken wings and other things

 That keep you on the ground

July 13 1973 Milton Stefan des Lauriers

INTERNATIONAL RESTAURANT

We were sitting in Johnnies both having a coke

I said, “This is a place for those don’t fit.”

You looked at me serious (ly) but it was just a joke

We had liver and onions for the hell of it.

Thinking out loud with thoughts not worth stating

Taking turns in having our say

Like two actors our lines alternating

But we were practicing for different plays

The juke box it clashed with the pinball machine

“Till the last of an allowance had finally been tilted

We both had pour own home town queens

but the thought never occurred that we had both been jilted

The attic fan was slowly swirling 

I said, “Ambiguous ain’t it — the word ‘bound’”

The smoke has a way of curling

Thoughts drift; still hanging around.

In the next booth they shared a bag of potato chips 

You said, “Even us Greasers have some etiquette”

I said, “I like the savage way the bag was ripped

How it was laid flat so all hands can get at it.

With pepper and ashes the next table started a brew

In a glass putting ketchup and all they could find

Made a mess of their table for something to do

Living in this town has poisoned their minds

Outside you were in a different space

Girls waited for parents or boys with fast cars

Looking back I’m glad I went in that place

Now I know why you are stuck where you are

January 26 1976 © Stefan  des Lauriers

GLASS SLIPPERS

When you feel like part of the audience

That has stumbled on the stage

Unaware the players were acting

‘Till you were locked in a cage

You came too close to the edge

You were only taking notes

Overlapping the legs of Gods

Through times expanse of moats

I see you’ve gone and left a glass slipper behind

The mystery tramps magic is all in your mind

Ancient mead from the meadow

In this world of heavenly show

Honey goes with everything

Just ask Marylyn Monro

Greenleeves is playing on the harp

Coming from the Gramaphone’s heart

Tinkling notes from a music box

Have a dance with Goldie Locks 

I see you’ve gone and left a glass slipper behind

The mystery tramps magic in your mind

           

Someone swept you off you feet

With a psychological safety  net

You’ve swept beneath a rug

Thoughts of those you must forget

Talking Freudian slips

In between sips of wine

Time for you to black out

For love has lost it's shine

I see you’ve gone and left a glass slipper behind

But it ain’t you will they will try to find

March 16 19 75  © Stefan  des Lauriers

ODE TO A BOTTLE OF WINE           

From twilight wine the night is mine;

Where were the fields where were the vines

That entwined with which young maiden’s feet

Crushing grapes to a juice so sweet

What brought this bottle to my hands

From Californian or Italian lands

What made the bottle at my lips

From land to land in what ships

The same moon shone on ancient Rome

That shone on us in a ring

So loud the song our lips did sing

It must have shook the starry dome

Between ports our vessel did drift

Until every sailor returned to land

Falling back like fingers in a hand

Opening up to receive a gift

Could it have been the wine she drank

That made her win me over

I’ve been told we do when drunk

What we mean to do when sober

Was it her heart that pumped the blood

So hard it tingled in her veins

Or was it both the wine and blood

To mingle and become the same

O like the wind at my window

That blows so hard it shakes the pane
Or Springs thaw the overflow

Overwhelms me swirling down the drain

There are treasures not meant to last

Shadows of diamonds in lace design

She came so strong and left so fast

Pleasures all owed to a bottle of wine

DARK SIDE OF THE MOON

Take all you can I heard a fiendish voice say
“The worst that can happen will happen anyway”

I turned and saw it was a pessimistic solipsist
He insisted I should not resist, gave my wrist a twist,

            So I shook my fist

It’s a pity he won’t see the epitaph I write on his tomb

Aahe said “There are no tomorrows on the dark side of the moon/”

Well, puppy love held me in the doghouse I was in pretty sad shape

I asked a friend who’d been there how I could escape

“I’ll tell you a foolproof plan  — but you probably won’t do as I say

Just don’t regret the time you served, it would have passed anyway”

In time it will come to you and the woman, “all will swoon

For, “There are no tomorrows on the dark side of the moon”

I went to the library to see the advice the scholars had to give

One said “It’s simple really, it’s all relative — E=m2,”

     He said in a scientific breath

If this is true there cannot possibly be death

“Energy cannot be destroyed, know this and you can

      avoid a fatal misfortune. Forget all that hogwash about tomorrows

and the dark side of the moon”

Just to be whimsical I asked a little girl what she wanted to be

She scratched her head and then she said, “Hymn, let me see”
Then she smiled a smile worth more than worldly wealth
Her eyes twinkled and her nose wrinkled and she said “Myself!”

I knew the song was finished so I bought her a balloon

And told her, “The sun always shines on the bright side of the moon”

(Written while in “High” school, 1970 or 1971)

IF YOU SEE ME

The sun made a cameo appearance behind the clouds

Shining its follow spot up to the crowd

They stood on the edge of a lake of dreams

And their feet were touched by stray sunbeams

I hope this brings a different light to view

If you see me see me as seeing you

I stood in a gallery with statues and such

The guards sum it up saying, “Do not touch”

I try to wash the guilt but the dirt is sacred

I only feel free when I am naked

I would be free if it weren’t for you

If you see me see me a seeing you

The ghost of Michelangelo whispers

I simply remove the marble that shouldn’t be there.

You know sometimes I feel like that marble

 When I’m so far removed from anywhere

A kiss is some thing that is felt by two

If you see me see me a seeing you

Sept 1972 Norway

“Be blessed to bear the one’s unkind, the bull will look right in your eye,

just strep aside and let it by.” Feb 17 1974 “From the Seat of an Apple Bough”

If you ever ask me if my hopes are too high, this is my reply, “Does the wind not touch the sky.”

Song For a Singer “The song will be there long after he’s gone.” “This is a song for a singer, It’s not a song about a sewing machine” “This is a song for a singer a song that all can sing along.” Jan 20, 1975.

THE DOE

The brook that flows between the hills

Is frozen still in winter’s chill

I used to come here in summertime

So deep in a quiet and wild rhyme

I’m thinking where the doe has gone

She was drinking where those water’s shone

I loved to watch her graceful ways

Like dancing sunbeams she never stays

An invisible picture I saw in her tracks

I swore I would take her or not come back

I saw her innocent eyes grow bigger

As through the sights I pulled the trigger

How would you feel they oft times say

I’d change places with her any day

November 20 1972 Budapest Stefan des Lauriers

TAKE AWAY YOU

His dad had a bunch of pornographic

Magazines stashed away in his room

Little Danny was coming out with things

That he just shouldn’t have said

One day he went up in Little Danny’s room

And found them stashed under his bed

I tell you right now if it were my kid

He'd be wearing he end of my broom

I’d wash your mouth out with soap

Abut there ain’t no hope for a kid like you

And the next time the police come

I’m gonna let them take away you

His Daddy had cartons of cigarettes

Had a lock on the cupboard door

One day he went to get a pack

But they weren’t there no more

Then he went up to Little Danny’s room

And there was a funny smell

Well if it had been my kid

I’d a raised a lot more than hell 

I’d wash your mouth out with soap

      

At fourteen Danny bought a Mickey

And broke it on the stairs

His old man should have flipped his lid

But he was just too drunk to care

I tell you right now if he were my kid

He’d be wearing the end my shoe

And if you say it’s none of my business

I’d say to hell with you

I’d wash your mouth out with soap

I bet by now you’re wondering

Just where he gets it from

Well he gets it from his father

And he gets it from hid mom

I don’t thing he’s getting enough

Instead of just playing dumb

He’s gonna get what he deserves

Cause his time will surely come

I’d wash your mouth out with soap

July 13 1973 © Stefan des Lauriers

LIKE A TINY MILLION ANTS OF THOUGHT

First there is a primary colored undefined backgtound

Crayoned in a blanket of purity

The veil

LOVE AT LONG LAST BUT IT DIDN’T LAST LONG

FEB 7, 1975  MICHAEL AND GAY ES TA  OES

SUBURBIA IN THE WOODS 

The town’s history once stood for a lot

The mill in its glory— still stands in the same spot

They bulldozed the pond where we used to play

And the farmland was cleared for a suburban hideaway

Now we’re living where we should in a Suburbia in the Woods

You can see the model homes but don’t go after dark

They have German Shepard dogs that love to snarl and bark

The tradesmen flew from house to house they were as busy a bee

Gone are the meadows where wildflowers smiled for free

Now we’re living where we should in a Suburbia in the Woods

Now they long for the long weekends and drive to the campsites

Where everything is marked out for them and patrolled at nights

The lots are all numbered the trails have rustic names

Faucets and precut firewood comforts much the same

Now we’re living where we should in a Suburbia in the Woods

When the decades have decade and the structures have been stripped

Beneath the façade they are cheaply made little pride in workmanship

The buildings sported no dates the won’t last that long they feel

Where will they ever see quality not even their nature is real

Now we’re living where we should in a Suburbia in the Woods

Feb 16 1975 Toronto on © 2014 Stefan des Lauriers

THE GREAT LIE

From the moment you are born to the day that you die
You are molded to fit into the great lie
From the time you punch in to the  time you punch out
They use you and abuse you and shift you about

And all you have are two days out of seven
And a case of twenty-four to  take you to heaven
Watch the seven o'clock news and then off to bed
So much you don't see you're lucky you're lead  

Now they're trying to make he prices all freeze
So you fill up he freezer and prepare for the squeeze
The more you scratch the more you itch
Without the poor there would be no rich

Don't ask me no questions I'll tell you there are none
For if there were answers we'd all see the sun    

July 1 1974 Toronto       

A WISH

l wish I were the notes I sing
So I could float into your ear
Heaven needn't give me wings
If you would only let me near

I wish I were a milkweed seed
Perhaps I could be caught
Within your hand and finally be freed
To float on silent as a thought

If I could be the thought of myself
That wonders through your mind
For that I trade a world of wealth 
Just to see what I could find

If I could be the wind that blew
Or a star that perhaps has had its day
I would be a wish come true
To love and send me on my way

extra (per)verse

If I were a speck of dirt beneath your nail
I'd entrench myself and try not to be blunt
I would treasure the moments without fail
Even more so if you touched your...

or

If I were a speck of dirt beneath your nail
I'd be happy as a bug beneath a rock 
I would treasure the moments without fail
Even more so if you touched your...

LITTLE DO YOU KNOW

You think that you know me
You even remember my name
For all the times I've heard it
It's ever been the same
Then you act as if I know you
Are you some kind of fame
There are so many who know you
But to you its all the same

In your hands you would hold me
To whittle away so slow
I understand; you told me
But you're little do you know

Some people will say that they  
Never forget a face
All to the drop of a hat
But the time they just can't place
There are just so many features
To ever try and embrace
They fit the same expressions

Each fading smiles trace

Well you just have to be admired
How you hold yourself in the air
But you walk on a human ladder
And don't realize it's there  

Now some are filled with knowledge
And have a lot to say
But there's that absent mindedness
That gives them all away
But you know the simplest things
Are like the night and day
They are different all the time
But still the same always


July 2 1975 12:43 Actually Thursday (Go Train to Oakville)
[A song Written on a Train going West]

HAVE YOU SEEN THE FOLKSINGER

WHO SINGS THE STREETS OF LONDON

Have you seen the folksinger

Who sings The Streets of London?

In the dingy coffeehouse

The audience bored of the blues

Maybe there aren’t enough songs

For the benefit of the old

It’s easy for us turn our heads

If it isn’t euphemistic news

Chorus:

So this is what you show me

When I’m lonely, sometimes the sun

Just doesn’t shine

Let me take you by the hand I’ll lead you

Through the Streets of London

I’ll show you something positive

To make you change your mind.

So as I stood there listening

I thought of the real Streets of London

I thought I’d write a parody

Using dirty old men

You’d laugh at “show you something

To make you change your mind”

But that would show the true colors

Of what most of you are blind.

With typical highhandedness

You are an expert projecting guilt

 I wonder about the people

Who like that sort of song

I know it must have occurred to you

Why most people feel sad

So why not take the old man (by the hand)

And make him feel that he belongs

How do you think the old man feels?

Can you show him someone worse off?

If it isn’t enough that he’s helplessly

Abandoned in societies eyes

Romanticized as a hobo bum

Occupied trying to make ends meet.

Maybe he’s happy to be out on the street

And not in some Institution to die

© 1975 (July 4) Stefan des Lauriers

THE ROCK CLIMB

We climbed for different reasons

On the rocks about our lands

And he first one up would keep his vow

O lend the other his hand

I’ve made it to the mountain

Very few make it to the top

I can see by the trails some have fallen

And some have merely stopped

Even still you are climbing now

Ain’t it hard with a ball and chain to haul

Well it’s nearly the same for me

Gravity’s the chain and the earth is the ball

Some of the mountains are higher

And some are just plateaus

I’ll go through different stages

But I’ll get to the point I chose

Sept 73 Stefan des Lauriers

FIRE AND WATER AND THEIR SON OF STEAM

Fire and water got married and had a son of stream

They all lived in a house that was made of wood

The family could never work together as a team

So the house never came to see any good

The father saw the steam as being a cloud

A dream that is dreamed in vain

The mother saw it as herself and was proud

Without the fire it would rain

The steam knew it self and vowed

To be the power that drives the train

The parents stayed together for the child’s sake

Both were wrong but neither were to blame

Two wrongs made a right by mistake

Funny how fire and water can sound the same

The father could keep the house warm with his flame

He always kept his family above

You’d burn yourself when close to him you came

A person nearly impossible to love

He would destroy thought good as his only aim

[The bird of peace can be a vicious dove]

The mother was the water that grows the wood

Most people would think her nice

But often at will she could change her mood

If you were going to cross her you’d better think twice

It would be too easy to drown in her flood

You can see how the son was caught in a vice

Why the house never burned is still an unsolved riddle

If all the wounds heal remains to be seen

The son never took sides and suspended in the middle

Being what he was he couldn’t let off steam

Jan 24 1973 © Stefan des Lauriers

SUITE FOR A SLEEPLESS NIGHT

Go back to the time when I sent you the roses

Rode my brothers bike to the florist shop

I’se painting fences with turned up noses

A Gypsy summer one day I stopped

With six sandwiches take to the road

(From what mouth comes the wind on high?)

With my harp the peanut butter blues I blowed

As gulls flew across the scull of the sky

I run and I run but I can’t catch the sun

I’m only trying to follow my soul

The night at my back is holding a gun

It’s bullet sails thru a hollow hole

The Indian Summer unraveled its pool

I patched up my attendance and came

An honest Abe Lincoln she drove to the school
My history teacher can't remember my name

I came to a cowboy all dressed in white

He said the night always chases the night

I run and I run to an Indian

He said the night always chases the sun

Half a year saving to get in this van

The fanatic in the attic of a pop-top

I fell in love and it wrecked my plans

My heart like a cave where there dwell a bear

Hibernating in a dream of deep

A false voice of spring woke him from his lair

And he can’t get back to sleep

Back from Europe and the flowers I face

Are a field of dried Queen Anne’s lace

I look at each one as a single brushstroke

And the artist and I share an inside joke

The sky with a brush of a tongue to tell it

Will paint my lips and wet my pallet

The past is a comet with a tale to be told

Go forth in friendship with love in your hold

March 9 Montreal Stefan des Lauriers



THE ICE CREAM VILLAINS OF ICE CREAM TOWN

Ice Cream Town there dwells a dog
A poodle of pure blood
Who rebelled against the clippers
And plays in all the mud
I’ve seen many a pet agree
That they don’t like pure bread
With Coco it’s plain to see
He likes ice cream instead

Got to race the summer sun
So it don’t run down your sleeve
And if you pet these pets
You can bet that you’ll be peeved
So beware you little kiddies
When you’re in Ice Cream Town
There’s never a child crying
Cause his ice cream is on the ground

Families come for miles it seems
On warm Sundays in their cars
All the ice cream you can dream
All for just a quarter
The children’s cones are free
And here’s the reason why
Many a child has lost a scoop
Looking for Coco’s eyes.

Got to race the summer sun
So it don’t run down your sleeve
And if you pet these pets
You can bet that you’ll be peeved
So beware you little kiddies
When you’re in Ice Cream Town
There’s never a child crying
Cause his ice cream is on the ground

Harry’s a cat that mastered the act
Of the cat’s meow
There’s many a cone given her
For sympathy somehow
Forgive her if she snarls sometimes
At other copy cats
You see this is her thing
And she’s so proud if that

Got to race the summer sun
So it don’t run down your sleeve
And if you pet these pets
You can bet that you’ll be peeved
So beware you little kiddies
When you’re in Ice Cream Town
There’s never a child crying
Cause hi ice cream is on the ground

And now the Orange Pineapple Sun
Has finally been licked down
The ice cream trucks came three times
To refill Ice Cream Town
Harry and Coco are sleeping
In their cozy corner villa
Their sticky fur is reeking
Of chocolate and vanilla

Got to race the summer sun
So it don’t run down your sleeve
And if you pet these pets
You can bet that you’ll be peeved
So beware you little kiddies
When you’re in Ice Cream Town
There’s never a child crying
Cause his ice cream is on the ground

© March 24 1974 Stefan des Lauriers
Toronto

PHANTOM GALLEON 

I was building a sand castle

As the sun upon the bay

Became a bright red wand

Of sparkling crystal rays

I looked at wrinkled fingers

All speckled with golden sand

And the universe

Was in the palm of my hand

Then a shell

With nothing in it

Made me think

About the infinite

And it felt like

Forever For a Minute

I was gazing through a spyglass

Through clouds above the coast

In the midst of ancient starlight

That had given up the ghost

Twas then the billowed sail

Of a moon come into view

Much like a phantom galleon 

Manned with a skeleton crew

Then a shell with nothing in it…

That blasted ship was leaking

Not headed for the shore

It was bound to go on creaking

Till it could sail no more

You may think your journey's over

When you’ve finally sighted land

Don't let your dreams be washed up

Like empty shells in the sand.

Then a shell with nothing in it…

 © 1997 Stefan des Lauriers

KILL YOURSELF WITH LAUGHTER

For those who must practice when their on the spot

The audiences attention is a bull’s eye — cause you miss,

 They duck, as you release the shot

Jokes fall on water as faint applause

You’re on the air amid the static of flak

And it ain’t no joke when the voices crack

Laughter is ejected from the from Bomb-bay lips

And becomes a bird that will never land

The bird is a plane that artillery rips

Exploding sounds at the Comedian’s commands

You’re on the air amid the static of flak

And it ain’t no joke when the voices Crack

So you’ve really got to rock it to make it to as star

You can never return to the stages you leave behind

No amount of polish can make an uncut diamond shine

Just know you twinkle alright just the way you are

You’re on the air amid the static of flak

And it ain’t no joke when the voices crack

June 26  1974 Toronto © Stefan des Lauriers

                  

FOR IT’S JUST FATE WE’RE FRIENDS

Long before the infinite roots of chance we face

At gatherings of intimate destined beyond a trace

It may have been a good turn the road was never wrong

A Friend you are lead to believe is a place where you belong

I’m happy that it happened I’d hate to see it end

We are were destined to be together for it’s just fate we’re friends

There are those who cling to lies wanting more than a friend

Truth can never compromise to amends that never mend

Perhaps they were once told they would meet the perfect match

Bound by their belief they hold trapped by the wrong catch

The wheel of fortune turns around but can you understand

Sometimes it takes a mighty ring to make us join our hands

Families of familiarity contempt breeds with every breath

Alone they share one instance to exempt their needs and death

JUNE 28 1974 Toronto Stefan des Lauriers

JOHN THE STEELEJACK

A Steeplejack named John

And a friend to all the pigeons

Said his job inspired him

To take a “firm stand” on religion

 John climbed that magic steeple

As the air was filled with snow

The reception from the bells

Was getting pretty low

The town was all arrayed

Just like a Christmas card

Smoke from chimneys played

As though signatures were marred

Anyhow I just have to tell you

The bells were lost in frost

John was supposed to fix it

At any reasonable cost

John looked out from the belfry

As a jet plane flew across the sky

And thought about his breakfast

Indigestion from things he fried

John examined the mechanism

And made a simple adjustment

And all the bells of realism

Took the town with excitement

So John went to his house

Satisfied with his task

He’ll tell you all about it

If you ever stop to ask

 June 30 1975 #3 ©  SK des Lauriers

FOR KINGS

                      I

A Thin King was thinking

Upon a Win King day

What the May King

Was making in such a blinking way

Said the May King to the thinking,

“You make me do what I do

If your thoughts go on linking

I’ll soon have some thing for you”

Said the thinking to the making,

“You wonder what I think—

The skies are so full of baking

 My Starving eyes do wink”

                       II

A Bay King was baking

Upon a stove of ink

And the Sin King was sinking

Thinking to make a stink

Said the Sin King to the Bay King

I’m so full so full of sin

But promise a piece of cake, king

I’m sure it won’t sink in

                        III

A Sea King came seeking

All the way from Pea King

He heard of a cake on China

“Cause the news was leaking”

The Law King was locking

The cake inside a jail (custurdy)

So the Sea king went sneaking

And got caught by his long tail

The Ate Kings were forking

When the cake was done

Co-operation when We’re King

Is good morale for fun

July 14 1973 Milton Ontario © Sk des Lauriers

RIBBONS OF SILVER AND GOLD

“I’ll give you ribbons of silver and gold

To tether your heart in a gentle hold”

“I’ve been offered fine filigrees

I’ve had dozens of suitors but none suited me”

“I’ve two strong houses and a fine cow too

I’ll even build a house for you”

“My father has horses and many fine cows

I see nothing wrong with the house I’m in now”

“One thing I think is good omen

We have so much in common”

“What you’re saying cannot be true

I’ve nothing in common with a common boy like you”

“I would beg you a thousand times pleaser

But you’re a girl impossible to please”

“Don’t bribe or beg me when you’re on your knees

Unless it’s to ask “Will you marry me?”

Christmas Time 72 Milton Stefan des Lauriers

SHE SAID HER NAME WAS HAZEL

(BUT HER EYES WERE BROWN AND BLUE)

My life has been so dismal

‘Cause I never could decide

Weather I would take

A Blue or Brown Eyed Bride

Once I had two woman

One was brown and one was blue

Then a grey eyed platinum blonde

Made me forget about them two.

Well it happened on Saint Patrick s  Îay

She was sipping lemonade 

I wondered what color her eyes were

Underneath those shades

I was still unsure when she came home

Because the lights went quickly down

By golly  in the morning

One eye was blue and one was brown

O She said her name was hazel

But her eye were brown and blue

She was a sight for sore eyes

Our love was blind but true

Things got complicated

‘cause her sisters eyes were green

I’d be cross or cross-eyed

If she’d ‘ave stepped between

But then one day she left me

Quick as a wink she left town

 I’ll find the man who stole her

Cause one of his eyes was blue

And one was brown 

March 17 1075 Toronto Stefan des

Lauriers

THE FABULOUS PIE OF MY FRIEND FRANCINE

It’s nice to come back from traveling

And see my postcard on your wall —

I go over to read it and you say,

“Don’t read my mail!”

And we sit on the couch

After six months it doesn’t seem so long

But this planet has gone

Halfway ‘round the solar system.

I’d wait that long again

The you ran into my arms,

But the way you cook

I think it might be sooner.

I sing:

She makes the best raison pie

She’s gonna send me one in the mail…

Remember that night

On St. John the Baptist and all

The crazy things we did that summer

In St. Antoinne Abbe.

I serenade you in your father’s car

So we wouldn’t keep him up…

He finally told you to come in.

So we stayed up t ill quarter

To five drawing crazy pictures in your notebook

Of ‘Teenage Folksinger’

And you:

She makes the best raison pie

She’s gonna send me one in the mail…

We go for groceries and Daniel smiles

At a child who starts to cry.

The mother gets upset and we can

Hardly carry the groceries home.

Manon comes in to talk

To the goldfish Plick and Plock,

Once she tried to take them

Out with a spoon.

I sit and watch you making

A sculpture for your art course

As you work you listen to me sing…

She makes the best raison pie

She’s gonna send me one in the mail…

We go to Man and His World

To the art gallery there

Then go to The Petite Oiseau

For some natural food.

It is drizzling and you want to

Run but I pretend I don’t

And you drag me down the street

Laughing and tell me

You’re gonna ride into Milton

On a motorbike wearing

Your leather jackjet and all.

 I’ll be mild-mannered as my mother

Says, “What do you see in that

Girl from Montreal?”

She makes the best raison pie

She’s gonna send me one in the mail…