Memphis Song by Fishy & Mona “I’ll make a broken music, or I’ll die,” Roethke sang from inside The high tide of my soul’s appetite. And we fell from Baltimore. Now they say you get what you pay for, And I’ve been paying for you in wondering “what more?” I get vain up in my veins, but then I get up off the floor. Still I don’t get you, so I’m off to find a sense It’s not the interference, It’s how you deal with it. We finished school and we didn’t have to Wander over to the Delta Blue. Boy, she came to us, oh move me, move me, move. Now I can’t stop touching everything. Just try and get in my way. Now I watch Virginia conversations go by like trains. And I get scared of growing old without growing up all caught in the rain. I know here I cannot breathe, please, relieve, all vain in my veins. I wanted Ray to say “I still believe in my soul.” Something’s telling me I don’t know how to move Hey why don’t you show me how. And then I say I’m ready, and I’m at large, and it feels fine. And I’m singin the blues the whole way, and I don’t mind. Woke up Sunday, wishing it was Someday. Move me, time. So the Fish Lady and I, we moved to Memphis. Cadavre exquis; on the way down we’re on our way up in the Mess. Lost a lot, then found it all again in a jukebox kiss. Well I‘m sure I got something, I just don’t know what yet. And I’m sure I’m missing something, I just don’t know what to get. But I’m gonna find it in Memphis. Chorus I: Memphis told me I didn’t know how to move, So why don’t you show me how. Round me out. Hey, where does this come from? You move me. Memphis told me I was someone. You still move me. You get down into it like a heavy beat. The backbeat’s in your backbone on Beale Street. Hey Mr King Mr Presely Mr Handy Mr Green If you ain’t got it, then I don’t need it. I got myself wide open. Hey you got a name, and I’m lost in my own. I don’t remember how we came but I’m not going back home. Chorus I. Chorus II: I could be right I could know it all (my soul - on and on) I got the big ideas Lined up like strings on a steel geetar And they’re ready to talk. Or I could be wrong But I believe I belong In your Memphis song. Wanted to play to the air on the Peabody roof top Wanted to meet the muse of every note I heard shot As the steels inject the blues into the wind on And around every Beale Street bar, and I’m gone. Chorus II. Chorus I. Sun Studio, Sun Studio, All I want to take home-- Is it too much to fit inside one soul? Don’t Blink At All. You’re gonna see it, you’re gonna see More than what can be held on one tongue More than what can be done in one life More than what can be known by one body More than I thought I could ever find More than what can belong More than what can fit in one Memphis song. Chorus I. Chorus II. My soul - on and on. Sha la la I’m in Memphis Sha la la I’m in Heaven. Eve