Uncle Bonsai Music

I would Come Back

unclebonsai@resonator.org (jdarrow) — Mon, 19 May 2008 19:46:00 -0700

The Ride

unclebonsai@resonator.org (jdarrow) — Mon, 19 May 2008 19:43:00 -0700

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It's not the destination, it's the ride.

Doug at His Mom's

unclebonsai@resonator.org (jdarrow) — Sun, 18 May 2008 20:37:00 -0700

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UNCLE BONSAI
Myn Ynd Wymyn - YT-10003
Doug - YT-10010

Doug leaves his bride to be on early Sunday morning
To take the train to spend the holidays at home
Doug takes his briefcase and a bag of dirty laundry
He takes her photograph
So he won't have to be alone

Doug reads the paper as he rumbles through the country
He sleeps and dreams about the girl he left behind
She packed a sandwich should he happen to get hungry
She packed potato chips
So he'd enjoy the trip

Doug, Doug on a mission
Doug, Doug on his own
Doug, Doug on a visit
Doug, Doug going home

Doug sees the future as the train pulls in the station
A friendly smile from the family Chevrolet
Doug greets his father with a sense of trepidation
They take the long way back
They hit the cul-de-sac

Doug, Doug prays in silence
Doug, Doug plays the pawn
Doug, Doug sees the driveway
Doug, Doug sees the lawn
Doug wipes his forehead
Doug, Doug dries his palms
Doug, Doug at the doorway
Doug, Doug at his moms.

Doug's Uncle Sid comes out
To pinch a cheek and bend an ear
Come set the table Doug
His mother yells for all to hear
Go find a tie to wear and
Why don't you cut your hair and
So tell us Douglas will you ever find a real career
Doug's father shakes his head
And talks of girls instead

Doug greets the guest
And takes their coats up to his parents room
Doug checks the pockets
Then he goes back to the dining room
The door bell rings and then
Doug checks some coats again
Doug tries to smile
In the face of such impending doom
Doug sees his fall from grace
In every cousin's face

Doug, Doug starts to feel the heat as
Doug, Doug counts the chairs
Doug, Doug knows the children have
To eat their food downstairs
Doug, Doug sees his mother's smile
Doug, Doug walks the lonely mile

Doug, Doug hears the grown-ups
Doug, Doug passes time
Doug, Doug wants cloth napkins
Doug, Doug wants some wine
Doug reads his placemat
Doug, Doug feels so calm
Doug, Doug in the basement
Doug, Doug at his moms

Doug leaves his family and rides his ways to freedom
He'll feel the safety for at least another year
Doug knows his fiancé is happy just to greet him
She knows his work is done
He's such a faithful son

Doug, Doug feels religious
Doug, Doug is alive
Doug, Doug is ambitious
Doug, Doug will survive
Doug lets his hair down
Doug, Doug on his own
Doug, Doug on the rebound
Doug, Doug coming home

Doug's Birthday Song

unclebonsai@resonator.org (jdarrow) — Sun, 18 May 2008 20:13:00 -0700

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UNCLE BONSAI
Doug - YT-10010

The doctor slapped the baby
So the mother slapped him back
No one’s gonna treat her boy that way
No one really thought about
How mother might react
Proud to put her instinct on display
She’s slapped a few more doctor’s since that day

And he shall be
And he shall be
And he shall be

The doctors and the nurses
Couldn’t bear to watch the pain
They tried to stay outside the battle zone
Sixty seven hours
She spent waging that campaign
Pushing through the spasms on her own
And she sure as hell will use it when he’s grown

And he shall be
And he shall be
And he shall be
He Shall Be....

(Doug) One perfect little egg
(Doug) Grows perfect little legs
(Doug) Turns into something that’s a perfect little swimmer
(Doug) One night of perfect love
(Doug) One night was just enough
(Doug) If she could just not shove, she’d love to keep him in her

The father sat beside her
Wondering how much she could take
But knew to keep his body out of range
Three days of breathing
Trying hard to stay awake
This was not a pattern he could change
And no one enjoyed watching the exchange

And he shall be
He Shall Be....

(Doug) Ten perfect little toes
(Doug) One perfect little nose
(Doug) Forgive the purple prose, they couldn’t have foreseen this
(Doug) Four perfect little limbs
(Doug) Three perfect little chins
(Doug) Two perfect earlobes, and a perfect little penis

Put aside the hand me downs
Find the purest cotton
Nothing but the best
Will ever touch this baby’s bottom
This could be the greatest child
Ever to be born
Never mind the baby bonnet
Where’s the crown of thorns

(Doug) Is this the second son
(Doug) Born now for everyone
(Doug) Most people can not tell one baby from another
(Doug) Or just another youth
(Doug) To suckle, burp and poop
(Doug) Is this a child who might never leave his mother

The doctor slapped the baby
So the mother slapped him back
This was not a mom to be ignored
No one really saw it
As a personal attack
But this was not a lapse they could afford
And someday soon they hope she’ll cut the cord

And he shall be
And he shall be
And he shall be