Lyrics!

My Little Book
(music & lyrics by David Sophia-Siegel)

Part 1: On thinking & Thursday
I’m going away
I’ll ride a boat out to sea,
Run the night-time away.

I got good information
About the things that they know.
I sometimes wonder where are you -
That was a life-time ago.

With your cheeks when you’re wandering and
Cracks in your teeth,
When you don’t like it, it’s
Fit for a queen.
My little path, I beat it on down -
What never happened, I can’t put in the ground

I try to scatter my body
Across the places I go
I don’t mind losing my gambling
I don’t mind catching a show

They got good information,
What we’re trying to say
Not gonna broadcast on their station,
Not gonna go their way

Well, I’m cheap, my teeth chatter
But my god, I’m so clean
What I don’t want is still
Fit for the queen
My little path, I cannot die down
My little path - I cannot die down,
And down for the dead, there’s no space in the ground

Part 2: My big book is made of red licorice
My middle book is made out of hickory
My little book’s full of full-color drawings
That’s how I find my way back to your awning

My big book is full of vague trickery
My middle book’s full of nitroglycerin
My little book’s full of drawings and drawings
That’s what I make when it’s late and I’m yawning

My big heart is a well-oiled machine
Your love for me is headed to Michigan
Monsters are people who have done some scary things
I gotta get up to record what terror sings

My little head is full of decisions
And my road map is dark with revisions
And my little chest beats full of red sympathy,
Adulterated by love and not in-betweens

And my little hands are subject & predicate
My big feet are running for President
My big thought when I woke up this morning
Was, “I don’t know, I don’t know, I, no I don’t know.”

My little love is tiny and ticklish
My big-time love is something I always wish
My little book is not full of anything
It’s been pure, clean & white since I’s a twenty thing

My dumb head thinks it’s the cleverest
my self-control is climbing to Everest
If you’re the most frequent, I’m the neverest –
I gotta think hard not to think about it

I go more boldly than
I go more boldly than
William Shatner