Haircut by Angelo (Capelli D'Angelo)

Ah bella Maria, the barber is singing,
the barber is snipping, the barber is dancing,
the barber is trimming, the phone is ringing,
ah bella Maria, the barber is singing,
the barber is humming, the barber is flinging
steamed green beans, the barber's romancing,
ah bella Maria, the barber is singing,
the barber is snipping, the barber is dancing.


Daylight Losing Time

I dread turning clocks back an hour.
I'm scared of the turning of leaves.
I'm sorry my mood turns so sour.
I dread turning clocks back an hour.
Can I spring up ahead like a flower?
In fall my clock withers and grieves.
I dread turning clocks back an hour.
I'm scared of the turning of leaves.


Charlotte Mew

The she who writes of her is me.
The she who bites my lip is her.
One her, two she, and zero he.
The she who writes of her is me.
When she plus she is clearly we,
the she will show who we prefer.
The she who writes of her is me.
The she who bites my lip is her.


Nutcracker McCracken

But Mrs. McCracken, the chestnuts are falling
like polished pianos on Pennington town.
Yes, Mrs. McCracken, I'm playing not stalling,
but Mrs. McCracken, the chestnuts are falling.
My Chopin, Scarlatti, does this sound appalling?
Yes, Mrs. McCracken, I practiced, don't frown,
but Mrs. McCracken, the chestnuts are falling
like polished pianos on Pennington town.


Night School

The lamp will teach me what I need to know.
There is no other place for me to turn.
It's useless listening to the radio.
The lamp will teach me what I need to know.
You fool, stop moaning all night long. Just glow.
Pick up the pen and paper. Write. Burn.
The lamp will teach you what you need to know.
There is no other place for you to turn.