Corroboration of the image
That I thought I only wished I saw
Came to me when I was hanging
From a single clinging claw
Somehow in my desperation
Light flew from each scattered grave
And what I lacked in inspiration
Scattered like a dead man's raves

Trepidation went a tippy-toeing
Just the way she came
Leaving mended hearts behind her,
Like some backward hard-boiled dame
Some say life's a tragedy
I say that it's just a game
Roll the dice or flip the nickel
Anonymity or fame?

It's all one ice-cream when you claim it
So if your flowers sing refrains
Listen to the grace, then name it
Profits lost this way are gains
So let me be the first to tell you
Last time you were under ice
This time you're a happy soldier
And I'm the ghost of Fanny Brice

Ashes to dogs, and rice to paddies
You and I are riding on a silver Caddy
Horns are honking as we block the road
And rice is flying

Lightening the load
Lightening the load
Lightening the load

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Writer(s): Jana Herzen