Song for Marion Brown

Are you bitter?
Are you tired?
Is your jaw permanently wired
From years of explaining how you feel
Through an embouchure of steel
With a saxophone in one hand
Pealing out the music made of fire
Critics calls can be cold
With new thing saving the old
Hubcaps and lawnmower blades
Homemade drums lined up along the stage
Myth collections twisted into song
And another that's used only by the bold
Well I don't have to tell you
Well I don't have to tell you
They're charging admission now
But you don't care, no you never cared.
They're charging admission now
For your baby tooth and a lock of hair
They're charging admission now
But you do care, well of course you care.
Too many clubs to recall
Scattered notes exploding where they fall
You left the old structures to rust
In village lofts or ornate Italian halls
While the Capricorn moon gathers dust
Now the boxed sets are moving in the malls
And I don't have to tell you
Well I don't have to tell you.
They're charging admission now
'Cause you don't care, no you never cared.
They're charging admission now
For your baby tooth and a lock of hair
They're charging admission now
Well you do care, but of course you care.
Well I don't have to tell you...