Lyrics

Kenny White is a wonderful, wonderful songwriter that I stumbled upon. He truly is amazing and I am including lyrics to one of his songs here: (also go to his site and listen to his ballads at: http://www.kennywhite.net/player/player.htm)

5 Girls
kw…piano Five girls leaning on the bar tonight Five tattoos at the small of their back Since when has our skin become a canvas I want to ask the one with the cellophane back pack Yeah and I think that I might tell her that she’s looking like a billboard With that shirt that is cute, but oh, so inappropriate for the season Instead I drag my hand across the bar and grab my keys and walk away But you can’t be crucified for the things that you don’t say There’s something going down on 7th Avenue Some dude handcuffed and down on his knees These boys couldn’t be less interested A bunch of Kojak wannabes Yeah, well you could shave your head and suck a lollipop and still end up a traffic cop Trying hard tonight to choose between the Chocolate Glaze and Boston Cream But you can’t be crucified for the things that you don’t dream He’s lost in austerity in his forty-story tower Rolling in prosperity and grateful for his power He’s no maverick but sleeps just fine And he once told me if he said no ten times He’d be right at least nine I said, Hey If Edison had said no If Jonas Salk had said no If Debussy had said no If Jesus Christ had said no If Willie Mays had said no If Shakespeare had said no If Sigmund Freud had said no I’ll tell you where we’d be We’d be sick and in the darkness With no one to inspire us And nothing on TV And even less in the fridge We’d be blaming dad for everything And not even have our Sundays off to barbeque But you can’t be crucified for the things you don’t do So you might as well put it on the line once in awhile Maybe leave something more than ashes in a pile You got a brain, You got style So you might as well put it on the line once in awhile Yeah well, I forgot my glasses So it’s back to that bar I go Another chance to tell that girl She shouldn’t let a stranger stick a pen into her ass But no, instead of being helpful I realize what I really want to do Is see the whole tattoo Trace it with my lips Erase it with my tongue Finger paint the remaining Chinese alphabet With the hot fudge I saved from Boule Bakery that took a month to get a reservation Plus I didn’t know I had to slip Pierre a fifty not to be put next to the bathrooms with the pictures of the little hen and rooster on the door Now I found my glasses And instead of fessing up I catch her eye and give a half way smile and mumble something about an early day But you can’t be crucified for the things that you don’t say