lxxvi. KENEALLY, Mike (1961- )
Hallmark (2009)
MK, piano, acoustic guitar, vocals
Bryan Beller, bass
(5:00)
From Scambot 1.
Mike wrote a full-scale scenario in the booklet for the CD.
"A married couple in their living room are watching a cooking show about rectangles."
The introduction to "Hallmark" begins:
"Dissolve from Scambot's photo to his face on a pillow. Dreaming fitfully of his childhood, of a dream he had as a child, a fever-induced hallucination.
(Eight-year-old Ian's perspective, from his pillow:)
The lyrics:
What did you see?
Can you remember?
Fever gripped your baby head.
Can you recall a stately procession of dinosaurs, cats,
God's seahorse, your favorite ball?
What did you think when the dinosaurs joined forces and
Staged a little passion play at the foot of your bed?
Shake off the sweat which gathered in your slippers when fever gripped your baby head.
Baby baby set my soul on fire, look at me
You and brother do not have to worry 'bout a thing
I'll bring the kandy korn that rights the wrong existence
That less elegant reality which don't make nobody sing
These will be our clothes for walking 'round in the night air.
If life's a joke, it's very very good.
But if you were to make starbursts in the air . . .
Bless the little children.
Flow, you should
Flowers, flowers -- try again!
In London's towers cry again.
So on you go, forgetting all your passwords.
I ran so fast, you ran so far.
Let's run away, let's fly to Spain, let's eat a clam,
let's buy a car.
I ran so fast, you ran so far.
This is no last hurrah.
We ran so fast, we've come so far.
Make your world of string and paper,
send it past the rooftops.
Dance into it, not glance into it.
Boldly advance into it.
Leave your footprints in the sound of windchimes.
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