REPEAT AFTER ME
Mulberry Coach
All songs © Morris & Fisher  

1.  Water Flows Down

 The breath of trees, the song of rain, the touch of the sun . . .

Water flows down and sparks fly up
Gravity keeps our feet on the ground
Nothing will work to cure hiccups
Swim in a riptide and you will drown

Mother Nature rules, she won’t suffer fools
Those who split atoms and disrespect joules
You play with fire, could be your funeral pyre
This mother don’t care about her child’s desires, no

Matter decays to feed the earth
The moon grows full and tugs on our blood
When the baby is ready you can’t stop the birth
If the river gets swollen it’s bound to flood

Mother Nature rules, she won’t suffer fools
Biodesigners who sully gene pools
You foul the nest you gotta clean up the mess
Babies will cry but this mother knows best

Apples, oxygen, and love – take all that you need
Our supply is ample, just don’t grab like a greedy child

The breath of trees, the song of rain, the touch of the sun
Who will raise the children when their mother is gone? 
Gone away. . .

Water flows down and sparks fly up
Absolute zero never thaws
Magma will boil and must erupt
There’s no repealing the natural laws

Mother Nature rules, she won’t suffer fools
Those who split atoms and disregard joules 
You play with fire, could be your funeral pyre
This mother don’t care about her child’s desires

Mother nature rules, she won’t suffer fools
DNA splicers who engineer foods
You foul the nest you gotta clean up the mess
Babies will cry but this mother knows best 


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2.  We Played Doctor 

You came in late
You made me wait
While you measured out the medication
I never knew
Black from blue
Till you started your examination

And we played
We played doctor
We played
We played doctor

You watched me strip
And lose my grip
But the stirrups weren’t meant for riding
Well fancy that
Tit for tat
There’s a surgeon hiding deep inside me

And we played
We played doctor
We played
We played doctor


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3.  Red Wine Blues

When he first came a-callin’ he had a bottle in each fist
A cabernet, a beaujolais, we drank right down the list
He really loved to thrill me with a vintage not to be missed
And when he put his lips on mine I knew I’d been kissed

Shiraz, syrah or pinot noir, burgundy or bordeaux
Uncork another bottle and turn the lights down low
In vino veritas, let’s have another glass 
Of claret and stare at each other and then you can tell me you love me so

“Wine comes in at the mouth and loves comes in at the eye”
That’s all we shall know for truth before we grow old and die
I lift the glass to my mouth, look at you and I sigh
Oh honey it’s so simple, you don’t even have to try

To this day a ripe bouquet has the power to evoke
Sweet love, which to me will always be 
Rich and fruity with a hint of oak

A red wine in the winter will warm you through and through
A sangiovese on icy days will chase away the blues
And love so soft, so tender, two hearts beating true,
To taste him so sweet as we finish a liter, there’s nothing that I’d rather do

Shiraz, syrah or pinot noir, zinfandel or merlot
Love’s so intoxicating, it’s hard to take it slow
In vino veritas, let’s have another glass 
Of malbec, I’m feeling so reckless and witless, oh don’t ever let me go

He loved me spring and summer, but by autumn he was struck
With a change of heart, I watched it start with fear I couldn’t duck
I knew the end had finally come and I was out of luck
The day he showed up at my door with three bottles for ten bucks

Shiraz, syrah or pinot noir, I don’t know what went wrong
Juice of the grape can’t provide much escape since he’s been gone
In vino veritas, who needs another glass 
Of gamay? From today I’ll just stay home and savor the flavor of being alone


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4.  When I Was Lovable

I couldn’t bear to be lovable
You said I was, and where have you gone?
Guess that I must have been laughable, leave-able,
All of that love just leading me on
My heart was a bubble you broke 
And the lovable part of me remains inconsolable now
Still I remember the tenderness when I was lovable

I wouldn’t dare to be lovable
You said I was, and look at me now
What did you find so untouchable, horrible
Everything right went wrong somehow
I was your angel and then I was dangerous
Changed, a stranger, and fallen from grace
So I surrender the memory of when I was lovable

Now I am beautifully unmovable behind my wall
Call me simply unsuitable, and that’s not all
Call me unlovable too 
I always knew it was true

I couldn’t bear to be lovable
Who said I was? He must’ve been mad
Guess I was foolish and fallible, gullible
Believing your love was the best thing I had
My heart was a bubble you broke
But the trouble was worth it – I know I’m unbreakable now
Still I remember the tenderness when I was lovable


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5.  In the Loop

Repeat after me, you’ll never be free
Unless you revisit the past endlessly
What some call nostalgic, and others find tragic,
For you, dear, is merely a requisite magic

If it’s not in the archive it’s not quite alive
The then feeds the now, don’t you see
Stick in all in the loop from the nuts to the soup
And replay and replay it and replay it for me

If you can’t quite repress it, better caress it
Or the torment won’t let you be
In one tiny fell swoop stick it all in the loop
And replay and replay into eternity

A shadow is cast today by the past
An awful beginning that ended too fast
There’s no other ballast, though the longing is vast
In the end our obsessions are all that will last

Repeat after me . . 

If it’s not in the archive it’s not quite alive
The then feeds the now, don’t you see
Stick in all in the loop from the nuts to the soup
And replay and replay it, and replay it for me


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6.  Going Sane Again

I’m hearing voices and there’s someone there
When I’m over the moon, I’m dreaming
Since you left me I just seem to care
Gravity is everywhere
We burned the martyrs at the Coliseum
And then we burned the lions
When there was nothing left but you and me
I set us both free

I won’t call you from the emergency room
Think I’m going sane
It’s a long way from cartoons to Khartoum
Think I’m going, going sane again 

I don’t know what to do with all this hope
And while Pandora sleeps
I lie here longing for a holy smoke
And coiling the rope

I won’t call you from the emergency room
Think I’m going sane
It’s a long way from cartoons to Khartoum
Think I’m going, going sane again
Going sane again 

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