Orange Hair Band

it was her song that called for me
but she didn’t think about how to say the words
her band bails and she’s on stage alone
playing guitar and screaming
and she’s the girl in the Orange Hair Band
her band bails
and she’s on stage screaming
she doesn’t play guitar right – like me
she’s one with an art and modern poetry
my chronic grey her scarlet contrasting
and she’s the girl in the Orange Hair Band
back room accompanist daylight con spirito
Carpe Diem ink on her left wrist
beat for beat moving along in the street
accelerando I mention ‘the Girl With The Pearl Earring’
she brings up Les Demoiselles d'Avignon
sit together
and she’s the girl in the Orange Hair Band
her band bails
and she’s on stage screaming
she doesn’t play guitar right – like me
and she’s the girl in the Orange Hair Band
on stage screaming at me
on our old stage screaming at me
by our rusted rail out the front
of our rented house
and I like it it’s her nature
sit together
I tell her that in my mind challenges
I only mean well for you
and she’s the girl in the Orange Hair Band
on stage she says “the true feeling of the next song
is sadness - I wrote it to you”
oh that girl in the Orange Hair Band gave me something
to think about she gave me something to do she changed my life