Here is a song by Rickie Lee Jones.
It took me a while to realize what she was singing.
Now I feel tears about every time I listen to it through.
This was written years ago.
Long before the lawsuits.
How many before then? Since then? And now?
I am simply angry.
The Altar Boy
A monk
with a hard-on
in a lavender robe
that scratches his thighs
for the height that he strove
as he follows a path filled with arid desire
that mimics his footsteps
and sets his prayers on fire.
Well I too have chosen
that which left no choice
to sing without loving
my solitary voice
to observe with passion
and careful denial
these protrusions
which give my life meaning
for a while.
Sometimes I see you in berries and weeds
brushing your teeth with licorice seeds
standing too close
holding your clothes
smiling at God as the meaning of life
grows
Oh and I'll never tell
and I'll never know
what candles you light
after the show
and I'll never tell
and I'll never ask
the meaning of life
after mass
http://www.rickieleejones.com
It took me a while to realize what she was singing.
Now I feel tears about every time I listen to it through.
This was written years ago.
Long before the lawsuits.
How many before then? Since then? And now?
I am simply angry.
The Altar Boy
A monk
with a hard-on
in a lavender robe
that scratches his thighs
for the height that he strove
as he follows a path filled with arid desire
that mimics his footsteps
and sets his prayers on fire.
Well I too have chosen
that which left no choice
to sing without loving
my solitary voice
to observe with passion
and careful denial
these protrusions
which give my life meaning
for a while.
Sometimes I see you in berries and weeds
brushing your teeth with licorice seeds
standing too close
holding your clothes
smiling at God as the meaning of life
grows
Oh and I'll never tell
and I'll never know
what candles you light
after the show
and I'll never tell
and I'll never ask
the meaning of life
after mass
http://www.rickieleejones.com