Текст песни Paul Watsky Poetry - Watsky

So, obviously this is a music show
But, for those of you sort of familiar with my work
I really like poetry, and
I have a special treat tonight
Which were not, Ive never done before at any show
Uh, if anyone's seen the cover of the "All You Can Do" album
There's this handsome man who sorta looks like me
With long hair on it, from 1971
And thats Watsky
Thats Paul Watsky, my dad, and
My dads also a poet
And I'd like to invite Paul Watsky to
The stage to do a couple poems right now
Without further ado, Paul Norman Watsky
Hey
Hey everybody!
Hey everybody! (hey!)
I'd like to give a shout out to my new friend Rosemary
And to my old friend Don
And to Claire, my wife, Georges' mom
Hi up there
Oh, it's a tremendous honor for an old school
Poet to get to read in front of an audience like this
And it wasn't easy to talk George into doing a couple a poems
Ya know, finally we cut a deal when I offered to buy him a puppy
Uhhh, but even then he attached conditions
He said he wanted to read the manuscript of my new book
And pick a couple poems for you guys
Because I wouldn't have a clue
A short poem and
A shortish kinda poem
And (We love you!)
They're on paper!
I read them!
This will not be happening 15 to 20 years from now
Mother liked asking, "What have you accomplished today?"
And now to no good end
I inquired of myself
As if such questions ever have good ends
Were I crazy enough to hail her back from Hades
She'd still deny,
Her typical accomplishments amounted
To getting conned by antique dealers
And to pissing people off
Yesterday, I pulled a few weeds
And at dinner, drank more than I'd planned
The Giants won
(Screaming)
It's not over yet
The Giants won
And climbed two games over five-hundred
Their accomplishment not mine
Now have any of you,
By any chance seen a little movie called "Shakespeare in Love"
Alright
Well, this next poem pushes off from that piece
And geor- its one of the most literate poems in the manuscript
But George thought you guys would get into it
Uh, It deals with a paradoxical situation
Ya know Shakespeare was
Tremendously Fixated on the idea he wanted to
Live forever, through his poems and his plays
Left thirty-seven plays
Hundreds of sonnets
And uh
The gods granted his wish
But what the gods tend to do
When they grant your wish is they
Screw around with you in some way
So we have the plays and the poems
But we don't really know who Shakespeare was
And so
He has disappeared in a certain since
And it allows us to do movies like the one we got there
So this is my, playing around with that theme
Its called "Shakespeare in Lust the Poem"
Beget or begat
Shit or shat
Scribbler craved immortality
And the Trixie god sublimated him into language
Durable as a scoured out seashell
Depersonalized of its liquidated inmate
Then heaved onto times gritty shingle
Nothing much beyond a ilemmed frontus piece
A bequest
His lesser bed
Provided he who left the will
Was the will who wrote
And now we reap a bonus
Every manly rom-com
Forgrounding anima infatuation
With yon' paultry noble woman
Who yearns to strut her ninety minutes upon the sexist stage
A mimic boy, impersonating Julia
Yearns before goggling cameras, and us, and will
In simulated privacy
To unbind her pale, though perky breasts
Repeat, reprathe the aroused bard back at himself
Dissolve his hypothetical writers block
While stiffening Shakespeares decade
He had artfully insinuated
Long lost quill
Who scratched forth phrases almost alone
Linger
Thank you very much!