Got to Fly

by Marian Call

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1.
All the cool kids keep enthusiasm rationed Right down to the last explosive ounce But I’d rather indulge my many passions Even if my squaritude is overly pronounced Perhaps I do not strike you as a geek Without the horn-rimmed glasses or knee-high argyle socks But nerdery is more than wardrobe-deep And I’m a nerd down in my heart, and that’s where nerdhood rocks Oh, I’m better acquainted than a good girl ought to be With Aragorn and Yo-Saff-Bridge and Worf and HAL and Han But you don’t really know me and my culture don’t control me So don’t you pigeonhole me, cuz my phaser’s set to stun Oh, I have been a nerd since long before I could have heard that Bookish girls should look and act a certain way And I’ll still be a geek when I am utterly antique Because I do not care what normal people say My superpower’s draining fun from parties But if I am a misfit then I’m in good company With Auden, Austen, Hawking, Galileo, and Van Gogh And countless other weirdos whom you really ought to know So stow your expectations — no — I won’t fix your PC And I don’t mind being underrated or ignored The world is much too interesting to entertain ennui So I will never play it cool, and I will never once be bored Oh, I have been a nerd since long before anyone heard that Pale and scrawny was the latest fashion trend And I’ll still be a geek after nobody thinks it’s chic Because I don’t require approval in the end In aught-four, D-Kwon’s Dance Grooves swept the country And suddenly old moon boots were Italian haute couture Time Magazine reported that our hour had finally come I guess they didn’t know that we already run the world Oh, I have been a nerd since my first (five-syllable) word And no TV series or movie changes that And I’ll still be a geek now Vote for Pedro’s so last week I do not care whether Milan endorses plaid Oh, I have been a nerd since long before anyone heard That pale and scrawny was the latest fashion trend And I’ll still be a geek after nobody thinks it’s chic You will find that I have nothing to defend Oh, I don’t need your approval in the end
2.
She’s a good old girl, a good old girl She’s lived too long and seen too much, all over scabs and scars and such but – She’s a pretty girl, kinda pretty girl If you cock your head and squint, if you recognize the prints of space and time Doin’ what they do, shepherding her through Space will slow her stride, time will turn her tide It’s far too much to take, but my girl don’t know when to break So she’ll make she’ll make a way; she’s a good old girl, she’ll fly true Her structure’s sound, her clock is wound Through mistreatment and neglect, she’ll give whatever she’s got left And she’s run aground, she’s run aground But on the weakest breath of wind she’ll up and navigate the din of love and lies Doin’ what they do, shepherding her through Truth will stem her pride, lies will turn her tide It’s far too much to take, but this girl don’t know how to break So she’ll make she’ll make a way; she’s a good old girl, she’ll fly true She’s a good old girl, a good old girl She’s lived too long and seen too much, but still responds to the right touch She’s a pretty girl, a pretty girl In the presence of her pain, can’t hear nothing but the rain of space and time Doin’ what they do, shepherding her through Space will steal her stride, time will tell she tried… Her row’s too tough to rake, and she don’t yet know what she can take But she’ll make a way; she’s a good old girl, she’ll fly true
3.
Don't Try 06:07
Don’t try to charm me — don’t put that silly face on The last of my resistance is already long gone, long gone You won me when you let the last guard off the watch You won me when you dropped the ball You won me when you stumbled as you got up to dance You won me when you fumbled that call Perfection’s overrated after all You had me when you drew the curtain back and let me see That there was no one else behind the veil but you And though I know you would secure me if you could with sorcery — it’s unwise to love a wizard — I’d rather just love you You don’t have to explain — and you don’t have to confess You can keep on hearing no — but all I’ve ever said is yes I’m long gone You won me when you let the last guard off the watch When you started big and finished feeling small You won me when you stumbled as you got up to dance When you tried to fly and instead you took that fall I want to love a human, after all So don’t try to charm me — just trust that you belong Just trust that my resistance is already long gone
4.
You don’t know how lovely you are Sweet sweet soul With dark dark eyes Head to heel beautifully marred Sweet sweet soul Forgive my surprise I know you see right through me But please don’t look away I’ll comfort you if you’ll cling to me We’ll cry and we’ll wait for the day Oh, I wish you could see what I see Sweet sweet soul Dark dark eyes You don’t know how dangerous you are Sweet sweet soul With small small hands I’d tell you the truth, but it’s hard Sweet sweet soul You don’t comprehend But I’ll sing you every known love song Until you can sleep through the night I’ll stay by your side if you’ll have me, love I’ll hold you until you don’t fight Oh, I wish you could see what I see Sweet sweet soul Dark dark eyes
5.
Vera flew the coop when she was only soft sixteen She hopped the first and fastest train with some lousy libertine He’d spun a pretty story and he’d stole away her youth And everyone was shocked, ‘cuz Vera always told the truth Oh, her slip surprised ‘em all, ‘cuz Vera always told the truth Oh, but Vera dumped that lyin’ lout in the dust behind the train He’d angled for a child, but caught a heartless hurricane He wasn’t worth a bullet, so she just pushed him off the side And she thanked him for her freedom — she was eternally polite Oh, Vera thanked him for his trouble, cuz she was nothin’ but polite Li li li li… Vera ran with lawless men who trembled when she talked She never flinched, she never smiled, and her gun was always cocked By twenty-one she’d terrorized the whole of the frontier They feared her fateful justice, for they knew Vera was sincere Oh, they ran from Vera’s posse cuz she was perfectly sincere Vera rode alone the whole of her ferocious life She never met a boy she didn’t think deserved the knife Not a one of them was worthy in her steady steely eyes Cuz they all fronted for their flaws, and Vera always sneered at lies Yes, she found all men were liars, and Vera couldn’t live with lies Li li li li… It was not till Vera’s dying day her hard heart met desire The man who shot her through was the only man she could admire That mortal wound awoke in her a fire no balm could soothe – She said, “I think I love you,” and Vera always told the truth As she died, she said, “I love you,” and Vera always told the truth Li li li li…
6.
Well he’s dumb but he’s tough and he likes to shoot stuff and he won’t give a damn what you think Spends his days turnin wrenches, his nights chasin’ wenches And he’ll happily kick in yer teeth Oh, he’ll happily kick in yer teeth Well he comes from Saint Jo where he grew up with his Ma, Lotsa fish and this drunk Mexican He hopped a few trains just to ride off his pains Now he’s doin’ the best that he can Yeah, he’s doin’ the best that he can He’s too proud to live and too dumb to die Lord knows that his Momma tryd He’s always meant well while he’s going to hell But it’s good to have Jayne on your side — oh, It’s good to have Jayne on your side He drinks beer from Milwaukee, he don’t wear no cock ring he don’t fight for honor nor fame A night out with a gun is his idear of fun And he thinks all you [mudders] are lame Oh, he thinks all you [mudders] are lame He steals what he needs from the big companies And returns it so he can get paid First son of Spenard, he’s always lived hard Escapin’ the messes he’s made Escapin’ the messes he’s made CHORUS Now he’s livin’ his dreams, he fixes up things he’s got him a rusty shotgun A three legged dog and a shack on the hill And that’s his retirement fund Yeah, that’s Jayne’s retirement fund He rolls with the satans, but he don’t do much hatin’ He don’t need a lot from this world Just a little more clutch, some vittles and such And just one night with some purty girl Yeah, some trim from some fine-lookin’ girl CHORUS
7.
In the Black 05:01
You’re in the black – in the black – in the black — ain’t it lovely baby Not coming back, in the black – ain’t you free No more debts – no more threats – you’re in the black, baby Left it all behind – must feel fine – must feel fine But we —- wish we could see you We thought you might find time to write us now and then You’re free — now and you’re lonely I love you, but please do not ask me to pretend Come home if you want a friend I’m right on task – since you asked – I’m doing great, really I am I don’t blink, I don’t think, I just press on, press on I’m doing fine – I’m not inclined to crack anytime soon baby Left us all behind but we’re still fine – swear we’re fine But we cry for no reason Late at night when we run out of thoughtless things to do You’re free now and you’re lonely Please come home so we can cry with you I hear that you cry too We cannot bring you back when home’s not home We can’t make you pay debts you will not own We cannot reason with the unforeseen We can’t compromise when there’s no in-between CHORUS
8.
Got to Fly 04:26
Thank you for calling, leamme a message please Tell me what day and what month and what year it is ‘Cause I’m not here, no baby, I’m not home The lights are on for sure but maybe the occupants have flown. I’ll catch you later, love — uh-oh, goodbye. I don’t know how you got the stomach for reality when You could go circle the stars, you wouldn’t be-lieve where I’ve been Just this week, I’ve made some freakishly fabulous finds My corpse has been here, but my mind’s covered miles I’m cravin’ altitude, so kindly step aside — I got to fly. I’ve seen such things – I’ve been tasting lights and touching voices You can’t wet my wings – I’ll be back to pay the bills, but practicality may poison My joy — so let me go love, recognize — I got to fly Thank you for calling, leamme a detailed message please Tell me what day and what month and what year it is I’m gonna bring you back the goblet and the sword and the flower I’m gonna mount a rescue, love, I’m gonna lay siege to the tower I need adventure, love, so let me off this rock – Because I fully understand the minute that I land – I gotta trip I gotta take I gotta call I gotta make I gotta run I gotta do I gotta follow up I gotta clean I gotta send I gotta file I gotta get I gotta give I gotta go through that pile I got a list, I got a note, I got a job, I gotta vote I gotta read I gotta write I gotta get more sleep tonight I gotta go, I got a goal, I gotta trim, I gotta be, I gotta buy, I gotta try and hit the gym I gotta pray, I gotta think, I gotta God I need a drink I gotta learn, I gotta plan, I gotta squeeze you in I gotta million miles to go, I got an endless row to hoe, So when I got time to blow I gotta gotta got to fly. I’ve seen such things — you wouldn’t believe it – I’ve been hearing shadows and smelling noises And you can’t clip my wings — the metaphor says, cuz I can i-magine a reality where all my choices Are meaningful, beautiful and bold And it makes the waking world look so dead cold Where consequences really proceed from our acts Where the truth might just once line up with the facts What a world, what a world, if I can imagine it so Then imagining must matter — and that’s why I gotta go Thank you for calling, I’ll get back to you soon If you should get a message from the dark side of the moon You’ll know that’s me, baby, you’ll know I’m there The reception’s lousy, baby, but the view’s beyond compare so If you wanna call shotgun on my rocket well you oughta, let’s — fly — got to fly. We gotta ditch the sad cynics saying we’re all the same They say we’ve got no really real adventures left to our names And no love and no truth and no spark no mystery But I’ve got a ticket off this rock, and I’m history
9.
Don’t you cry now, sweetie, just you put that gun away All I did was play the part you wanted me to play You thought that you were handsome and strong and good in bed I just agreed with you and you swallowed every word I said – Oh, honey, did you really think you were special, dear, unique? Did you really think I was so needy and so weak? I robbed you blind, I left you cryin’, I played you for a fool But you’re the one who let me — admit it, it was good for you too. You’ll have quite the story ’bout the one that got away. It’s a cruel game, but just the same it’s one we all must play I’ve seen you force your hand before — you’re no angel either, dear So put your hands where I can see them — and let’s get one thing clear: You’re pathetic. Did you really have to spring for that new tattoo? Did you really think that I would choose to stay with you? I gave you what you wanted — you returned the favor, too – We’ve both made out quite nicely. Admit it, it was good for you too. I won’t apologize, my dear, I won’t apologize, Because I know that it was good for you, too

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Want the new CD version of Got to Fly? It's just become available again! Order here for $12.95 plus S&H. For more details, see mariancall.com/got-to-fly-again/.

An acoustic pop album by commission for Quantum Mechanix, Inc. -- friendly to all listeners, but especially for geeks. The songs are inspired by Joss Whedon's Firefly (2003) and Battlestar Galactica (2004). The songs are rugged around the edges, heartbreakingly honest, and timeless.

The first physical CD "Got to Fly" was a limited autographed collectors' print.

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released November 1, 2008

The song "It's Good to Have Jayne on Your Side" is originally titled "Shaner" and written by Justin Boot from Trapper Creek, AK -- used by permission. All other songs by Marian Call.

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Marian Call has things to say. She sounds a little like Ingrid Michaelson meets They Might Be Giants & Regina Spektor for bourbon & laughs, which sounds improbable, but give it a try. She hails from Alaska and tours North America and Europe, and she lives on Twitter. Her songs are quirky, sharp, surprising confections in every genre full of rich dark carmelized sugar, savor, & spice. ... more

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