More juvenilia: Tree Alive! (short story, age 12).
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Paper Chase
More juvenilia: The Money Man, or Look Out Belowyaagh! (short story, age 12).
Many Miles Away There’s a Shadow
More juvenilia: What Scared Kevin? (short story, age 12).
Unspeakable Carnage!
More juvenilia: The Great Idaho/Lunar War or Conflict (short story, age 11).
Entangling Alliances With Nun
Around 1984, my college roommate Paul Fine (my collaborator on the Kant Song) and I wrote, inter alia, a song called Sister Ann, which I like best of all our joint compositions. Below are the lyrics; lines in bold are Pauls and the rest are mine. All the music is Pauls.
Heres a version with Paul singing and playing the piano (my favourite); and heres a fancy studio version with someone else singing. Theres also an instrumental version.
Sister Ann
do you recall
the night we met outside the garden wall
I held your hand
we watched the raindrops fall
we had no need of words at allSister Ann
dont you recall
you were young and full of life
the raindrops melted on your skin
above our heads the stone cross
spoke of sorrow and of sin
you shivered in its shadow
yet the shadow seemed so small
I didnt know Id see you on the wrong side of the wallDid they paint a God on stony throne?
were you his disapproval shown?
I always dreamed you felt as I
and never thought to question why
we felt his velvet breath inside
when we exchanged our ownAre you happy in your garden, Sister Ann?
do your grey eyes ever mourn the passing years?
did you think of our embraces, Sister Ann
as your dark hair fell like rain
beneath the coldness of the shears?Sister Ann
do you find
its getting easier to erase me from your mind?
perhaps you can
I ought to be resigned
to being outside and left behindSister Ann
do you weep
or have they taught you how to close
your hearts mute door upon the time
your body felt the winds kiss
and your lips pressed close to mine?
The flesh leads to damnation
so you pray your soul to keep
and hide in stifling robes to keep your memory asleepSilence binds hearts when they are young
a simple glance outspeaks a tongue
but now my words will not suffice
to reach you through that sheet of ice
that binds you to the frozen Christ
and shields you from the sunAre you happy in your garden, Sister Ann?
do your grey eyes ever mourn the passing years?
did you think of our embraces, Sister Ann
as your dark hair fell like rain
beneath the coldness of the shears?Ill pluck a flower from this spot
in turn each petal will be got
perhaps its thus she was entombed
they took the flower just when bloomed
and left behind a heart thats doomed
I know she loves me not
Red Goggles Are Scary!
Heres a scary story, just in time for Halloween!
Well, okay, its not that scary. But hey, I wrote it when I was 12.
Speaking of scary, check out what Brandons coolly done to my pic. Or if its gone by the time you read this, check it out here.