Nancy Louise Freeman: Music

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on the album Logick

music and lyrics (c) 1995

My iron shoes have worn their soles right through
So if you have to be a frog,
I'll be a frog with you.
You analyze the magic beans
For what they might conceal;
But do you think these fairy tales are real?

This broken goddess, formally displayed,
Lay sleeping in the earth until she
Met up with the spade.
Her injuries by other hands were laid,
But by your clever lamplight and cruel eyes betrayed;

So out the door and cross the plain
A lion wild and free
You know what you have to hold
To find and follow me
So long as you dissect the text
You'll never find it, brekekekex;
There is no logic to reality.
Well, brekekekex koax koax,
A broken goddess holds the box
Of all the things that we refuse to see;
So brekekekex, come turn the lock.


The lioness has run from many men
Who put her on a pedastel to knock her off again
I've come to see no robber bridegroom
Hides inside of you,
But will you give the ferryman his due?

The distance between you and I is vast
As any plain of Africa or
Any tower of glass
So follow where the lion's paws have
Pressed into the grass
She'll push you to the future by way of the hidden past

So out the door and cross the plain
A lion wild and free
You know what you have to hold
To find and follow me
So long as you dissect the text
You'll never find it, brekekekex;
There is no logic to reality.
Well, brekekekex koax koax,
A broken goddess holds the box
Of all the things that we refuse to see;
So brekekekex, come turn the lock.


And bring my present wandering to end;
We've called each other lover, now
Let me call you friend
By Venus and by Vulcan,
By the beautiful and the lame,
The lioness waits outside the gates. You've only to call my name!

So out the door and cross the plain
A lion wild and free
You know what you have to hold
To find and follow me
So long as you dissect the text
You'll never find it, brekekekex;
There is no logic to reality.
Well, brekekekex koax koax,
A broken goddess holds the box
Of all the things that we refuse to see;
So brekekekex, come turn the lock.