COURSE OF HUMAN EVENTS (2007)
The car window is two-fifths open
The cool air is a welcome blast
I’m trying to not get a ticket
While seeing just how fast
I can get away
From you
And you’re snoring beside me
Cursing as well
Your breath is a foulmouthed breeze
From the distant side of hell
Let me tell you something about
Inalienable rights
Or getting tried for a pretended offense
Is this another one
Of those wearisome nights
In the course of human events
Everyone hopes
Wars
Won’t come to their peaceful
Shores
The formica counter is staining
From a wet bag of Lipton’s tea
You’re passed out on the sofa
Eighteen feet away from me
While I’m burning
My tongue
It’s a grotesque sort of a party
Can I get an amen?
Happy three in the morning
As I dunk the teabag again
Let me tell you something about
Inalienable rights
Or getting tried for a pretended offense
Is this another one
Of those wearisome nights
In the course of human events
©2007 Z. Mulls
This lyric is registered with the U.S. Copyright Office as part of the collection THE COLLECTED LYRICS OF Z. MULLS Volume Two 2007
This is based on a story a friend told me, with many changes to create the drama I wanted.
The song is a declaration of independence -- a woman quietly deciding she’s had enough. So I wove phrases/ideas from the real Declaration in, as well as a sneaky reference to the Boston Tea Party.
I think this could do with a rewrite if it were to go to a final "composed" form, but for now I’m putting it on the shelf.
