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To: abuelita who wrote (43879)	6/3/2005 2:41:03 AM
From: elpolvo	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 104160

la la la la la- i DID take kath to the biopark tonight to see eliza. she was great as always... played anything and everything we asked for, plus new tunes from an upcoming CD. she said when she was in canada last year she told the crowd she'd be glad to play requests. one of the canucks piped up and said, "ok, but... who ARE you?" she's been living in austin the last few years but lived in santa fe for about 20. she always draws a lot of fans here in the southwest. put a 9 after that 8 for bob. yikes. eliza did "love minus zero, no limit" just as gooder than the bobster for much lesser dinero. i don't think bob is a real person anyway. no REAL person could write lyrics like this: My love she speaks like silence, Without ideals or violence, She doesn't have to say she's faithful, Yet she's true, like ice, like fire. People carry roses, Make promises by the hours, My love she laughs like the flowers, Valentines can't buy her. In the dime stores and bus stations, People talk of situations, Read books, repeat quotations, Draw conclusions on the wall. Some speak of the future, My love she speaks softly, She knows there's no success like failure And that failure's no success at all. The cloak and dagger dangles, Madams light the candles. In ceremonies of the horsemen, Even the pawn must hold a grudge. Statues made of match sticks, Crumble into one another, My love winks, she does not bother, She knows too much to argue or to judge. The bridge at midnight trembles, The country doctor rambles, Bankers' nieces seek perfection, Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring. The wind howls like a hammer, The night blows cold and rainy, My love she's like some raven At my window with a broken wing. most of these phrases don't make sense and would never hold up in a court of law or in a boardroom... nobody would TALK like that... but when they are SUNG, they ring perfectly true to the soul, they tweak every heartstring into harmony with the universe and make you feel like saying, "YES. this describes aurally, eggs-ackly what is missing in the way we humans as a group misinterpret life." and there are those mystery lines in every verse that don't rhyme with anything while all the others do... they're perfect complimentary lines. giving even MORE rhyming power and symmetry and logic to all the other lines... and to the overall sound of each whole verse. how does he do that? maybe poet would know? i think he's well worth yer 89 canuck bucks. -el