2025 Boston Dyke March Lyrics
Sweet Petunia
Kate Bush on the TV:
Kate Bush on the TV, her red dress flowing
Half-heartedly wishing that it would start snowing
The windows cracked open for January spring
“Wait til the chorus to sing”
Alex beside me, her hand in my pocket
Room full of people, and everyone talking
Every one voice sounding the same
Except hers, saying my name
The corner of the kitchen, a loud conversation
Barely remember the point I’d been making
Talking to strangers like they’re family
And somewhere she’s looking for me
Somewhere we’re laying in our bed together
Building a house we can live in forever
Sunday morning is always the same
She’ll wake, saying my name
June in the city, the daffodils blooming
Long fingers finding her guitar tuning
Singing shit songs, and going on tour
Opening every door
Every day a strange new adventure
I’d follow her anywhere, I’d go on forever
If anyone asked, I’d tell them the same,
It’s her, always her, saying my name
Clementine:
Your words are baby’s breath blue
Fill me up, up, up
With reminiscences of you
Of glassy green lakes, and tidal pools
Your words are flickering fire
Light me up, up, up
String me out like wire
Bring me up, drag me higher and higher
You lift me up
My sweet Clementine
Every day we’re together
Every day that you’re mine
You’re mine and I’m yours
Patient and kind
Please stay with me
My darling Clementine
Your words are honeysuckle
Heat me up, up, up,
Rid me of trouble
A blazing heat and tired muscles
Your words make the final snowfall
Of the winter seem something new
A shivering birdsong call
And the warmest greeting of all
You lift me up
My sweet Clementine
Every day we’re together
Every day that you’re mine
You’re mine and I’m yours
Patient and kind
Please stay with me
My darling Clementine
Oh you’re mine (yes, I’m yours)
You’re patient (you’re kind)
Please stay with me
My darling Clementine
Please stay with me
My darling Clementine
Hal:
You drove us down the coast, I kept my nose pressed to your headrest
My hand firmly in yours as we slipped slowly towards the west
The windows were all down, the wind was blowing through our hair
I swear I felt your heartbeat from the backseat, like a protest
Never thought I’d miss you like I do when I’m not thinking
Like when I smell the same smell of your kitchen bustling
In a place so far from there, I swear I still hear music
And laughter from forgotten friends, and nights full of our singing
I remember
I don’t miss you
Not a bit
I got new friends and faces here to fill all my time with
I don’t miss you
Oh but it’s so strange
How a moment’s passing memory keeps me thinking of your name
Remember on that night we laid upon your couch and stayed there
I was always wondering if the both of us still cared
You walked my to your door, the air was filled up with our silence
I figured it was only me, and that just wasn’t fair
I remember
I don’t miss you
Not a bit
I got new friends and faces here to fill all my time with
I don’t miss you
Oh but it’s so strange
How a moment’s passing memory keeps me thinking of your name
I don’t miss you
Not a bit
But still I must’ve loved you and that feeling seems to stick
I don’t miss you
Oh but it’s so strange
How a moment’s passing memory keeps me thinking of your name
Grub:
I wish I was a little grub
Crawling through the dirt
And then I wouldn’t have to worry anymore
About this corporal form
I already feel like a grub
A squishy little mess of a bug
And I’m hoping some day it’ll all go away
I feel I wish I know I am a grub
I’m a tiny little squishy ugly bug
I wish I was a baby bird
In a twiggy nest
And then I wouldn’t have to do anything
Like self feeding
I want to be crammed in a nest
Surrounded by the birds I know best
Just to chirp squawk and scream I would do anything
I feel I wish I know I am a bird
I’m a fuzzy little perfect baby bird
Dorian Wood
Dorian Wood will perform one song. It is somewhat of a long meditation/vocal ritual, entitled "Fear the Summer Prey". It will be mostly vocalizing, and at one point these lyrics will repeat:
I am
part of
a massive mouthpiece
of love
rising
rising
rising
rising
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