he/she

Saturday, April 12, 2014

By John Ashbery and Billy Joel

 

He cuts down the lakes so they appear straight
He smiles at his feet in their tired mules.

She’s got a way about her;
I don’t know what it is,
But I know that I can’t live without her.

He turns up the music much louder.
He takes down the vaseline from the pantry shelf.

She’s got a way of pleasin’;
I don’t know what it is,
But there doesn’t have to be a reason anyway.

He is the capricious smile behind the colored bottles.
He eats not lest the poor want some.

She’s got a smile that heals me;
I don’t know why it is,
But I have to laugh when she reveals me.

He breathes of attitudes the piney altitudes.
He indeed is the White Cliffs of Dover.

She’s got a way of talkin’;
I don’t know why it is,
But it lifts me up when we are walkin’ anywhere.

He knows that his neck is frozen.
He snorts in the vale of dim wolves.

She comes to me when I’m feelin’ down,
Inspires me without a sound;
She touches me, and I get turned around.

He writes to say, “If ever you visit this island,
He’ll grow you back to your childhood.”

She’s got a way of showin’
How I make her feel,
And I find the strength to keep on goin’.

“He is the liar behind the hedge
He grew one morning out of candor.”

She’s got a light around her,
And everywhere she goes
A million dreams of love surround her everywhere.

“He is his own consolation prize.
He has had his eye on you since the beginning.”

She comes to me when I’m feelin’ down,
Inspires me without a sound;
She touches me, and I get turned around.

He hears the weak cut down with a smile.
He waltzes tragically on the spitting housetops.

She’s got a smile that heals me.
I don’t know why it is,
But I have to laugh when she reveals me.

He is never near. What you need
He cancels with the air of one making a salad.

She’s got a way about her;
I don’t know what it is,
But I know that I can’t live without her anyway.

He is always the last to know.
He is strength you once said was your bonnet.

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