Tell Your Story Walking - Deb Talan

Tell it to the judge, man

Tell it to your motherless reflection

In a sock and one shoe

After the great defection

He said, «tell a lie sometimes, tell the truth

When it suits you, and when you’ve lost your way

Tell a story.»

Tell your story, tell it, tell it

Tell your story to anyone who’ll listen

Tell your story, don’t stop talking

Just tell your story walking

Listing through Carol Gardens

On the way to Cobble Hill

I stopped by a psychic’s dusty, wilted windowsill

Forgot what she told me, mostly

But I remember one thing she said

«You may slip and call some lousy fuck your friend

But in the end you’ll come out even

Then, tell your story.»

And it’s a sorry, frightful thing

When you want to cry, but you can’t keep from laughing

Outside the church that’s so quiet it dares you to shout

You put a hand to your mouth to stop the rain

You do a St. Vitus dance, to the sky you raise your voice

This is your chance, you have no choice

You tell your story