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Living Downstream

Submitted by tw on October 26, 2009 - 2:48pm

I have now officially given up trying not to write songs about water. Maybe it’s because they always come to me in the shower? This one started in yesterday’s shower, second verse in today’s (26 Oct 2009), and third verse kept me walking around town until it finished up, on a balcony overlooking the creek.

I decided not to write it down until it was finished, which added a sense of urgency and may have helped streamline the lyrics. read more...

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Love Budget

Submitted by clara on October 20, 2009 - 10:16am

[Clara is ready to go to sleep. Whispering with Dad.]

C: Dad? I love you [deep breath] two thousand, a million, a hundred, a zillion, two thousand, a million, a hundred, a zillion, two thousand, a million, a hundred, a zillion… dollars.

T: Wow! That’s a lot.

(pause)

C: Um, I’m not actually paying you that money. It’s just how much I love you.

T: Oh, I understand.

(pause)

C: But if I had that much money, I’d give it all…

(pause)

C: I’d give half of it…

(pause)

C: I’d give a lot of it to you.

T: There’s not much left that I can teach you, is there?

Veiled threat?

Submitted by clara on October 12, 2009 - 11:08am

(Clara enters, holding a hammer.)

Clara: Dad? Just to let you know: I would never, never hit you on the head with a hammer.

Timothy: That’s… good…?

C: And not even Mom either!

(exits)

30 mph

Submitted by clara on July 28, 2009 - 9:30pm

[preceded yesterday by a discussion of how fast a kiss goes when you blow it, and by lots of instances of Dad looking up facts on his smart phone; Clara’s phone is a non-functional Motorola flip phone that we found in the street]

Clara: Oh, Dad: so I looked it up on my phone, and blowing kisses go at 30 miles per hour.

Timothy: Ah! Good to know. That’s pretty fast. I guess it’s OK, though, because they’re so light.

Love

Submitted by clara on June 15, 2009 - 5:58pm

Clara: I LOVE STINKY CHEESE andyouandMom!

Nice rain

Submitted by clara on May 29, 2009 - 12:44pm

Clara (walking with her umbrella): It’s a nice day today.

Timothy: Yes, it is.

C: The rain is so nice.

T: I think so too.

Space Girl

Submitted by tw on May 2, 2009 - 3:42pm

Clara sang the chorus of this song to herself during her bath one Sunday after spending much of the afternoon exploring outer space. I wrote the verses. We recorded it a cappella - including all the sound effects.

Recorded May 2, 2009 in honor of Pam Weber’s birthday. Hope we can sing with you soon!

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Henry Hobbes

Submitted by clara on April 13, 2009 - 8:42pm

(“It’s my new poem,” Clara explains.)

Henry Hobbes went to town
Making spirits bright
Along came Santa Bear
With light bulbs all around him
And clocks all around them.

Loud!

Submitted by clara on March 15, 2009 - 9:59am

[Katherine has the new Coldplay album on in the living room, loud so she can hear it while cleaning the kitchen. Clara is curled up on the living room couch, listening. Katherine enters.]

K (shouting): IS THIS TOO LOUD FOR YOU??

C (shouting): NO!! IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE LOUD!!

It's all in the timing

Submitted by clara on March 3, 2009 - 5:56pm

(Clara is getting up at night to pee. She holds a small cat robot as she sits on the toilet. She is not entirely awake, and very groggy.)

Clara: Mom?

Katherine: Yes?

C: (pause) Mom—…

K: Yes.

C: The only thing… (pause) that Kitty likes…

(long pause)

K: Yes?

C: … is the smell…

(long, long pause)

C: … of wildflowers.