CS 31.07.07: This song wasn't a word-for-word conversation I had with somebody, but its kind of like a conversation I have in my head with my numerous imaginary foes. Over the last month I have been re-reading the Earthsea books, and the image of a dragon dragging its scaly belly through ruinuous doorways got itself stuck in my head. Then I started thinking about ruinuous doorways (and pathways) that are real (not from an awesome fantasty trilogy). Real life stinks sometimes doesn't it? Looking around I started to see a lot of dragons squeezed into racing cars, giving bad advice. We're onto you! Lots of love from CGirlxxx.
‘Good work’, he said
Well its good working with you too
I’ve got a good book to read about
Good looking guys like you
Good stuff to take to bed
Good stuff to dream about
I’ve seen my share of good stuff
So you shouldn’t have to shout
Always lucky-so-lucky
So far you’re still free from me
Always sweet, always clean
Always saying maybe
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
‘Good luck’, he said
Well let me wish the same on you
I’ve got a lot of luck I’m riding on
And I just don’t have a clue
‘Lets work’, you say
‘Lets work it all out very soon’
But I’m hungry for each bone you throw
And so very thirsty too
Always lucky-so-lucky
So far you’re still free from me
Always sweet, always clean
Always saying maybe
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
You’re always sweet, and you’re always clean
You’re a spit-shine boy
On a spit-shine scene
There’s a trick
In the dice you throw
But you bite down hard on it
You won’t let it show
‘Good times’ he said
Oh, well I’ve never known much else
I’ve been so very blessed you know
I’m sorry for myself
‘Stick out your neck’ you say
I’m giving you advice
Gotta stick it in the hardest place
You never get it right
Always lucky-so-lucky
So far you’re still free from me
Always sweet, always clean
Always saying maybe
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe