Index:
Winter Song
Androgynous
I can't say that I miss my old dog much, I've never looked back since I left home long ago. But I hoped a trip to the country, Would help remind me all the things I used to know. And that's what I came for, And that's what I hoped for. There once was good blood in the breeze here, We rode across the lake each new year, What have I remembered? Did this used to be? The ice that used to shine upon our river, Was a mirror that the cold dark water ran way deep beneath, And here were many years of winter drownings, I kept track of these things as they were told to me. And that's what I came for, And that's what I hoped for. There once was good blood in the breeze here, We rode across the lake each new year, What have I remembered? Did this used to be? The changes of the year were once like breathing, Well this year they're the seasons of my discontent, But I cannot rewrite my old diaries, I can only recall all the things that came and went. And that's what I came for, And that's what I hoped for. There once was good blood in the breeze here, We rode across the lake each new year, What have I remembered? Did this used to be?
Androgynous
- by Paul Westerberg
Here comes Dick, He's wearing a skirt, Here comes Jane, you know she's sportin' a chain, Same hair, a revolution, Same build, evolution, Tomorrow who's gonna fuss, And they love each other so, androgynous, Closer than you know, love each other so, androgynous. Well don't get him wrong, don't get him mad, He might be a father but he sure ain't a dad, And she doesn't need the advice that is sent to her, She's happy the way she looks, She's happy with her gender, And they love each other so, androgynous, Closer than you know, love each other so, androgynous. Mirror inmage, See no damage, see no evil at all, Cupie dolls and urine stalls will be laughed at, The way you're laughed at now. Someting means boy and something means girl, They both look the same they're overjoyed in this world, Same hair, a revolution, Unisex evolution, Tomorrow woho's gonna fuss? And tomorrow Dick is wearing pants, Tomorrow Jane is wearing a dress, Future outcasts and they don't last, And today people dress they way that they please, The way they tried to do in the last centuries. And they love each other so, androgynous, Closer than you know, love each other so, androgynous.