Around The World
- Christine Ebersole (2007)You are listening to the song Around The World by Christine Ebersole, writer by Scott Frankel;Michael Korie in album Grey Gardens: The Musical (Original Broadway Cast Recording). The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
Lyrics
It's my mother's house
In my mother's name
And you can't beat mother at mother's game.
Cuz she likes the people who I dont' like
And if I don't like it it's take a hike!
Which is mother's way
Of reminding me
When you live off mother you can't be free.
And i think that mother is very mean
And this latest thing with this wash machine
The one that Jerry brought
Don't be too surprised if the guy moves in and I'm pulverized.
Cuz I'll be damned if I'm gonna waste my time
Washing clothes in a god damn machine!
spoken: I feel very stongly about momentos
Memorabilia i guess you'd call it.
Around the world
Is what I call my wall of special things
Around the world with rose bouquets
I dried and tied on strings
A silver mask from a masquerade
Around and round I twirled
You tack them up so you can twirl around the world.
spoken: Edie! He found it! Jerry found my old song!
It's my mother's house
With my mother's friends
And with Jerry coming it never ends!
It's the same old story as George Gould Strong
Not in 20 years did we get along
Though i do feel bad for the way he died
in a two bit flea bag a suicide.
It was mother's money
The Bouvier's
And if mother spent it in crazy ways
No one took care of her
Only me!
She was taken care of
Not sexually
And if you infer that they were using her
I will shove you under the god damn bed!
Around the world
With stones and shells
The nicest ones I lost
Around the world
without a boat
And just a quote from Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
A lovely crossing on
Around the world, the world around, the attic wall.
Around the world there isn't room
For every special thing
Around the world
You choose a few
To make the music sing
A silver mask from a masquerade
Around and round I twirled
You tack them up
So when you go
the world will be the one you know.
A bird cage I plan to hang
I'll get to that someday
A bird cage for a bird who flew away
Around the world.
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