Boy meets Girl

não entendo he said
nee-o, she said no, he said neeao,
no comprendo she said
no understand I

Accompaniment

ma chica bwwaaay, MA CHICA BWAAAY, ma chica bwwaaay, MA CHICA BWAAAY


crashcrashtsstsshhatsshtsshoobitabitabeetabeetabeep

abeepbopbopbop

yo?yo?yo?yo?

crashcrashtsstsshhatsshtsshoobitabitabeetabeetabeep
crashcrashtsstsshhatsshtsshoobitabitabeetabeetabeep

smackclapclaphuphup

ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!
beepbeepboombooop beebopbop, beebopbop beebopbop
beepbeepboombooop beebopbop, beebopbop beebopbop

woooooooo!hoow!ooow

!ow!o!wow

abeepbopbopbop

beepbeepboombooop beebopbop, beebopbop beebopbop

bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum
“I can’t hear you / I caahrn’t hee-er yoooou”

(Acknowledgements

whispers half-licking over downy hairs
feathers of sweat dripping to death ears
the squelch of flesh that slides
and all those others that drowned in the madding crowd

thank you for a silent frame to contain

– but though at the time wasn’t it was more like something different?



Scripts

UP and down
down and UP
UP and down
down and UP

what about the side?

the lips?

All tongue too soon abrupt.
I try to make you taste my own bodies roll, the tumbling bellow of grinding bone, corroding sours swishing, the same as in your hand that you swallow with no lips, gulp with no lips, only tongue slushing in its own slosh or mine, trying to make hear the heave as you stare at the slop droplet that sticks to the finger wet, like sticky dough swilled with thunderous taps and I might for you, if we’d only hear right here
crashcrashtsstsshhatsshtsshoobitabitabeetabeetabeep
crashcrashtsstsshhatsshtsshoobitabitabeetabeetabeep
The squawk of birds
ma chica bwwaaay, MA CHICA BWAAAY, ma chica bwwaaay, MA CHICA BWAAAY
No the one’s that sparkle from paradise end

yo?yo?yo?yo?

Could we have heard them in an ancient new place
ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!
Do they meant freedom from whips

woooooooo!hoow!ooow

!ow!o!wow

From clotted bloodsweat?
If our ears were to bloom, would they bleed the soaring wings?

If you bite out my drum will I gush