Song For Marion Brown

Are you bitter? Are you tight? Is your jaw permanently wired? From years of explaining how you feel Through an embouchure of steel With a saxophone in one hand Peeling out a music made of fire Critics calls Can be cold With the new things saving the old Hubcaps and lawnmower blades Homemade drums lined up along the stage Recollections twisting into song And another list used only by the bold Well I don't have to tell you Well I don't have to tell you They're charging admission now But you don't care Well you never cared They're charging admission now For your baby teeth And a lock of hair They're charging admission now Well you do care Well of course you care Too many clubs To recall Scattered notes exploding where they fall You left the old structures to rust In village lots, ornate Italian halls While the Capricorn moon gathers dust Now the box sets are moving in the malls And I don't have to tell you Well I don't have to tell you They're charging admission now But you don't care Well you never cared They're charging admission now For your baby teeth And a lock of hair They're charging admission now Well you do care Well of course you care Well I don't have to tell you Well I don't have to tell you