Uncle Charlie

From Blueberry Boat

Lyrics

Listen, I’m so unbored
"The magic word is relax."
I'll rub Hoi Toi, his god of happiness
The one that came with or without boys

And make my wish for the day:
No more revenge cobbler or whiskey pie
And make my wish for the day:
No more revenge cobbler or whiskey pie
My cheeks were the color of dead jellyfish lying on the beach

Lemme tell you how
Many 18th century grandfather clocks can
you can squeeze in your neighbors' niches
(If only I knew.)
I offered: become a collector of small objects

Make my wish for the day:
No more revenge cobbler or whiskey pie

Make my wish for the day:
No more revenge cobbler or whiskey pie
My cheeks were the color of dead jellyfish lying on the beach

Was I a senior or junior appraisal appraiser at Mistie’s Auction Hut in Centereach?
Was I a low level high-level appraiser of appraisal at Snugaby’s Crazy Quilts and Collectibles Collection in Hempsted Hollow?
I can hardly remember.

Last year Uncle Charlie sang a different tune:
"The two words I hate most are ‘good enough’."
Flipped through the sliding slack racks:
"Look at what it says on my red-patched pocket"
If you’re going to be something, why not be something special?”

Pull out the loathsome weeds.
Don’t worry, big girl;
He sat me down on his handmade Mexican mountain chair
And showed me his calendar for the next six months.

Now make me wish for the day:
No more revenge cobbler or whiskey pie
My cheeks were the color of dead jellyfish lying on the beach

To locate my ex-boyfriend check the Yellow Pages under plywood.
To locate my ex-boyfriend check the Yellow Pages under plywood.
We lived together under a Sears Bellissimo Bedspread.

Media

Watch the recording process on Youtube, and another attempt, and a third.