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Baby Talk
Well it's time we talked
And I'm not trying to be cute
But I gotta hear some baby talk
To get me in the mood
Aw baby please don't balk
That's not the friendly way to be
Just talk some of that baby talk
Please baby talk to me
Now I go through the day pursuing
All that worldly jive
But it's not until you start your cooing
That I begin to feel alive
Forget this maybe talk
And let the fantasy run free
Lay down some of that baby talk
Please baby talk to me
Now your blue eyes were my undoing
That's a natural fact
But it's your gentle voice coo-cooing
That leads me to a natural act
So let's not squawk
That's not the way it ought to be
Just hit me with some baby talk
And I'm in ecstasy
Because I love it
When you baby talk to me
Please baby talk to me
Please baby talk to me
Please baby talk to me
© David Cantor
Crazy
You are looking my way
And it's driving me crazy
Now you're looking away
And it's driving me crazy
It's not my style to be bold
Or this blue
But it's time you were told
All the harm such a sweet glance can do
But it's nothing to you
And it's driving me crazy
There's a spell that you've cast
On the unlikeliest places
Like this doorway I pass
Where I've watched those embraces
Does it make you see red
When she cries
And when you call her to bed
Does she run when she runs to your side
Either way I can't hide
That it's driving me crazy
Such tender words
Well you've heard them all before
Fine words
Can be such a bore
I would throw in the towel
But mere logic deserts me
If you gave me the power
I would show far more mercy
At this moment of truth
I would say
That it's the stone simple truth
That I would kill
Just to thrill you this way
So I wait for the day
That I'll be driving you crazy
Yes I wait for the day
That I'll be driving you crazy
© David Cantor
Daddy-O
Pipe down, Teddy
Ease up on those drums
Hey, Ferlinghetti
Stop those flapping gums
It's all Greek
When you speak
Like some Gaslight sage
No mystique
Just a freak
From the Golden Age
The best and brightest
Have a job to do
They don't need lectures
On Dienbienphu
Bay of Pigs
Russian MIGs
It's all quid pro quo
Let it go
Let it go
Daddy-O
Tish has a Master's
In industrial Psych
Dobie and Maynard
Are now Dick Van Dyke
Remember Cassandra
With the Camus hair
She's now up in Williamstown
With a Swiss au pair
And Frigidaire
The word from Saigon
Mao will change his tune
Let bys be bygone
We'll be gone by June
I'm So Repentant
I made you cry
I made you blue
But please don't fly as you seem inclined to do
'Cause I'd rather die
Than say goodbye to you
I'm so repentant
That Van Gogh theft
Was nothing to my crime
One solid left should make my eye-teeth chime
I must confess
You caught me good this time
I'm so repentant
It's not as if these slips of mine
Reflect a bit on you
It's just sometimes these lips of mine
Don't care whose lips they do
So take a whack
I really think you should
My record's black
My head's a block of wood
But then take me back
I may be no damned good
But I'm so repentant
[Kelly scats 1 A-section
Band solos for 2 A-sections]
It's not as if these slips of mine
Could make my life more sweet
It's just sometimes these hips of mine
Don't care whose hips they heat
I made you cry
I made you blue
But I'd rather lie with you than lie to you
I'd rather die than say goodbye to you
I'm so repentant
I'd rather die
Than say goodbye
I'm so repentant
© David Cantor
Ned's Big Dutch Wife
Ned has a big Dutch wife
She sweeps the floors and makes the beds
Ned leads a simple life
But Ned doesn't know his wife
While he's off at work all day
She runs a brothel down in Vissertown
Skimming the daily take
And stashing the loot away
Life on the edge is grueling
Day in day out
The evenings she spends retooling
Those powerful thighs
Ned has a big Dutch wife
And she has a top shelf clientele
She has this special room
Where no one can hear a thing
The men with their inner lives
As grim and as grainy as Super 8
There's no manner of appetite
That Ned's big Dutch wife won't sate
Sometimes they bring her roses
Don't bring roses
Some might look down their noses
But that's no surprise
While Ned's in his bed asleep
She stuffs a bag with her hard-earned pay
And dreams when the bag is full
Of traveling far away
Traveling far away
Ned has a big Dutch wife
She sweeps the floors and makes the beds
Ned doesn't know his life
And Ned doesn't know his wife
© David Cantor
Nirvana
Who is this clown
I seem to recognize the face
You brought her 'round
And carried me away without a trace
And it pulls me in
And it pulls me in
It pulls me in
I can't abide this stranger in my skin
Or is it just Nirvana setting in
I miss the pain
I miss the barstool and the smoke
I'd always liked the rain
And who are you to fix what isn't broke
And it pulls me in
And it pulls me in
It pulls me in
I'm half beside this stranger in my skin
Or is it just Nirvana setting in
Until you I could make do
With any sort of guy
I'd grin and pour the whiskey
While they lied
My heart was cool and hard as glass
Then you walked in with your sweet class
I could not forgive you if I tried
But what's done is done
As I watch you rearrange the place
I've had my fun
And now accept my fate with quiet grace
And it pulls me in
And it pulls me in
It pulls me in
I can't deny this stranger in my skin
Or is it just Nirvana
Could it be Nirvana
I guess it's just Nirvana has set in
© David Cantor
Once Had a Woman
I can't count the times that he'd leave her alone
Close out the bars before staggering home
And come in to find her asleep by the phone
He once had a woman
She coudn't keep up with the rest of the crowd
An original thought never troubled her brow
And she wouldn[t turn heads if she walked in right now
He once had a woman
Once had a woman
Once had a woman who loved him
But that was long ago
When love was fed
On a few soft hours
In a stranger's bed
The times were wild
And the lives we led astray
Her trust was a blanket he grew to despise
Her ready acceptance of all of his lies
She became quite the joke with the rest of the guys
He once had a woman
Once had a woman
Once had a woman who loved him
But that was long ago
When love was fed
On a few soft hours
In a stranger's bed
The times were wild
And the lives we led astray
If he could just take back that callous goodbye
When she curled like paper tossed into the fire
But there were prettier ladies he wanted to try
He once had a woman
Once had a woman
And I was that woman who loved him
© David Cantor
Rue de Lappe
On a dark Parisian street
Where all the smart Parisians meet
I hear a favorite home-town beat
My feet give in
I start to spin
I can't make out a word they sing
But it's the most amusing thing
To watch those French kids try to swing
On the Rue de Lappe
Oh how they hate us
How they negate us in the press
Well let them negate us
There's no debate 'cus
They can't do what we do best
Watch them gawk and watch them glare
As I float by like Fred Astaire
Bound for some strange pied-a-terre
On the Rue de Lappe
They'll analyze us
And they'll despise till they're blue
Well let them despise us
That's no surprise 'cus
They can't dance the way we do
So hit me with that East Coast jive
How sweet it is to be alive
Lafayette we have arrived
On the Rue de Lappe
On the Rue de Lappe
On the Rue de Lappe
© David Cantor
Sex Without Bodies
I was watching this movie
On my VCR
The things they were doing
Just a little bizarre
The expression of passion
Amid sweat and chlorine
They were five of the happiest people
That I've ever seen
Sex without bodies
Sex without pain
Sex of such passion
No mere words could explain
It's the incoming fashion
It's an oncoming train
I may never go back to the reall thing again
I called up this number
This girl Angela spoke
She started to whimper
I started to choke
Before it was over
I called out her name
And you may not believe this
But she did the same
Sex without bodies
Sex without blame
Sex on the wire
Between shadow and shame
It's the fear of desire
It's the fire without flame
I may never go back to the reall thing again
I met this guy Carlos
He took me upstairs
He sat me in one one one
Of two comfortable chairs
He sat in the other
So cool and contained
And the rest of the evening
This is how we remained
Having sex without bodies
Sex without hate
Sex in this city
Has become a garrison state
I don't care if she's pretty
I don't care if he ain't
I may never go back to the reall thing again
I may never go back to the reall thing again
We may never go back to the reall thing again
(c) David Cantor
Spasm
Give me a kiss if you're looking for trouble
Kiss me again 'cause I'm hoping you are
Press it right there and I'll pay you back double
But this ain't the real thing
Look at my lips
They're just dying to taste you
Look at my teeth
They're just aching to bite
But as for my heart
It's a big empty chasm
'Cause this ain't the real thing
It's just a spasm
You've got a laugh that could bring me to tears
You've got compassion coming out of your ears
You've got a mind that's agile and bright
But that's not the reason
That I'm yours tonight
I've got this urge to consume you in pieces
I've got desires that could swallow you whole
Feelings like these
I'm sure everyone has 'em
But they're not the real thing
They're just a spasm
You've got a smile that's gentle and wise
You've got a holy man look in your eyes
You know where you're going
You know where you've been
But that's not why my nails are tearing into your skin
So let's get this straight
I'm not in for the long haul
So spare me the roses the wine and the song
It all boils down to the raw protoplasm
'Cause this ain't the real thing
It's just a spasm
This ain't the real thing
It's just a spasm
But who needs the real thing
When we've got the spasm
© David Cantor
Stormy
Well, it seems I've come home Stormy
To the same old gruesome show
It sets my teeth on edge
The way you glow
Your skin beads like a julep
And the bed's in disarray
The room reeks like a wedge of Camembert
Left out on a sultry day
Now it's not that I'm by nature so vicious
As to jump at any chance for a fight
But your silence is so dark and delicious
Makes me wonder whether something's not right
So come sit like a good girl
Let the game begin
And I'll try to keep my temper
As you fill me in
Has somebody been here before me
Mocking my bed
Making love to you
Just tell me his name now Stormy
I've got a job to do
Don't tell me how much you adore me
In your own sad strange way
I'm certain that you do
Just tell me his name now Stormy
I do it all for you
There was Buzz the neurosurgeon
With the bloodstain on his sleeve
Who thought you live alone
But had to leave
And Chan the connoisseur
Who did such brisk business in erotic prints
And his partner Reinhardt Kohn
The Europimp
Whom no one's heard from since
You've a figure nothing less than disarming
A smile like God never saw
A sex appeal so raw it's alarming
Oh you're perfect except for one tiny flaw
Well it's time that you took a bit of sage advice
And you shouldn't keep such secrets
When I ask you nice
So who was it this time Stormy
Swallowed your tongue
Took your breath away
Just tell me his name now Stormy
Or there'll be hell to pay
Don't wheedle, cajole or implore
It's easy as sin
Why do you tremble so
Just tell me his name now Stormy
I've got a right to know
Was it Adam and Eve's rude expulsion
Caused the stars at my birth to align
And brought me someone whose compulsion
Was so perfectly suited to mine
There was Angel from the Bronx
Who moved like Buddha on the ballroom floor
And called four times a day
But calls no more
They found Ellis in a glad bag
With a ginsu nestled in his gorge
And the boy form Uruguay
That washed ashore
Whom you called George
It might take Columbo to solve them
These pictures that burn in my head
It might take a Freud to absolve them
All that's needed is that one common thread
Someday death will obliterate our mutual pain
Until then I reiterate the same refrain
Has somebody been here before me
Mocking my bed
Making love to you
Just tell me his name now Stormy
I do it all for you
Don't tell me how much you adore me
In my own sad strange way
I'm certain I'd agree
You''ve told me his name now Stormy
Just leave the rest to me
© David Cantor
I'll Never Read Trollope Again
I've an appetite for fiction
No post-modern work can slake
I refuse to buy a book
Unless it's thicker than a steak
Now Gordon Lish and Barry Hannah
Have their partisans and shills
But I prefer Victoriana
For my literary thrills
And of all the British authors
Who were writing at that time
There's one special British author
I find especially sublime
Now Austen is awesome
And Dickens is a kick
But no one packs a wallop
Quite like Trollope
Yes Trollope is the one I most adore
But my days of reading Trollope are no more
I was sitting in a quaint cafe
With a favorite tome and some cafe au lait
But my luck ran out when you came my way
Now I'll never read Trollope again
You spied the cover as you slithered near
And said "The 1800s--that's my favorite year."
And then you sat right down and now I fear
That I'll never read Trollope again
Armed with Trollope and a cup or two
I could while the day away
Now just a dollop
Makes me think of you
And that's too high a price to pay
I'll read Kafka's tale about that lonely vermin
I'll read every Jonathan Edwards sermon
Hell, I'll read Emmanuel Kant in German
But I'll never read Trollope again
I used to read him with a friend or two
I used to read him by myself
But to read him now only makes me blue
So I've tossed him from my shelf
I'll read Don Quixote five or six times through
I'll read Jackie Collins till my face turns blue
Hell, I'll even read Bukowski too
But I'll never read Trollope again
No I'll never read Trollope again
© David Cantor
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