Diane Cluck - Yatzee Dice Lyrics
I am dreaming of the oxtail soupand the hot fry of scrappleand the clattering of yatzee diceacross your kitchen tableso i've rolled a snake eyesyou keep score on the brown bagsharpen pencil with pen knifelike you have done your whole lifein the middle of the countyand you seem so contentbuttering your saltinethe pattern on your juice glassthe hole in your door screenin the middle of the wire"have you ever known a loverbesides my grandfather ?did you ever discoveryou can't sleep beside each otherin the middle of the night ?"and grandma, you're smilingthough you've heard no word i've saidi recognize that smile meansher hearing aid's gone badand she's coasting in the silencecut free from conversation...grandma looks beneath the tablesays, “i see your secret now--you wear white shoes past labor day,but i promise i won't tell.and if you wanna know why men fall asleep after sex,it's cuz they've thrown off their need.that's why we women stay awake tossing dice--cuz we've just been shot through with seedand it's electrifying !like fireflies sown into your lining.”
