The Onion

by Lail Arad

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Lyrics Book: www.thesocietyclub.com/poetryplays/lail-arad-the-onion

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released April 15, 2016

Milo, Mary's Song, Lay Down, Yayo's Lullaby & Whirlybird:

Produced by Yvan Bing, Robin Girod & Lail Arad
Engineered & mixed by Yvan Bing at Kitchen Studio, Geneva
Lail Arad: vocals & acoustic guitar
Robin Girod: bass, electric guitar, percussion & BVs
Yvan Bing: drums, percussion, organ & BVs
Nelson Schaer: drums & percussion on Lay Down & Milo
Yair (Yayo) Neuman: electric guitar on Yayo's Lullaby

Pickled Love, When We Grow Up, My Love, Count With Me,
1934 (A Song For Leonard Cohen) & The Onion:

Produced by Eric Hoegemeyer & Lail Arad
Engineered & mixed by Eric Hoegemeyer at Tree Laboratory, NYC
Lail Arad: vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar & piano
Eric Hoegemeyer: drums, bass, electric guitar, percussion, keyboards
Mark Ephraim: electric guitar on Pickled Love

Mastered by John Davis at Metropolis Studios, London

All songs by Lail Arad & published by SGO Music Publishing Ltd

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Track Name: Milo
i miss you milo
riding on your velo
writing with your stylo
stealing all my gateau
oh oh, i miss you milo

i miss you milo
floating on your lilo
sipping on your pernod
like it was in bordeaux
oh oh, i miss you milo

well i can't ride a bicycle
and you can't say my name
but bike back to me
cycle to me baby
we can share the blame

no i can't ride a bicycle
and you can't say my name
learn to say my name
and bike back to me baby
we can share the blame

milo
want to be your monroe
you can be my brando
we can recite rousseau
we can open escrow
live inside a chateau
i'll drive a deux chevaux
oh oh, i miss you milo

well i can't ride a bicycle
and you can't say my name
but bike back to me
cycle to me baby
we can share the blame

so i can't ride a bicycle
and you can't say my name
learn to say my name
and bike back to me baby
we can share the blame

yes you're far too bobo
and my french is so-so
this is such a no-no
but i miss you milo

yes you're far too bobobo
and my french is so-so-so
this is such a no-no-no
mais a propos
i miss you milo
Track Name: Mary's Song
wish i was more rock'n'roll
or had more national pride
i should drink more alcohol
and have less self control sometimes

crossed the language barrier
should be getting tenure soon
but anti-frizz conditioner
spilt into my auto-tune

i'll let you call me mary
if i can take you home
we'll make a village of this town
and call it our own
call it our own

a law abiding citizen
accumulating vitamins
i'd shake it up, i'd do the twist
if i didn't have a to-do list

you'll be my eel, so electric
i'll feel pretty and domestic
shrink my mini skirt for you
we'll go to paris, order pain perdu

i'll let you call me mary
if i can take you home
we'll make a village of this town
and call it our own
call it our own

just hear me out
it'll come to me soon
need to air out
all the thoughts in my room

skip around breathe in the fumes
snap a shot with flash and zoom
find the words to stretch the tune
it'll come to me soon
it'll come to me soon

i'll let you call me mary
if i can take you home
we'll make a village of this town
and call it our own
we'll call it our own
you'll call me mary
i will take you home
Track Name: Pickled Love
i know i betrayed
promises i made
at the time, at the time
but it was no lie
when i said my love won't die
at the time
was no lie at the time

the truth is fickle
cuts you down like a sickle
so the trust starts to trickle
and the love begins to pickle
oh pickled love
oh pickled love

i'm not one for pretending
conversation was ending
it was time, it was time
so i said goodbye
oh to see you cry
it was time
told myself it was time

had a good boy who loved me
now i've no boy to love me
just some bad boys who bug me
need two good arms to hug me
oh pickled love
oh pickled love

when i said we'd be friends
'twas my biggest offence
with the time, with the time
i hope you'll forgive
so that we might relive
with the time
with the time

the truth is fickle
cuts you down like a sickle
so the trust starts to trickle
and the love begins to pickle
oh pickled love
oh pickled love
Track Name: When We Grow Up
we don't know what we'll be when we grow up
hope to know before our time is up
we try to be realistic, but we're so damn artistic
all these dreams, wake me up

we're quitting jobs and going back to school
we're learning skills and sharpening our tools
let's toast the over-qualified, do you want scrambled or fried?
sugar, honey, take me for a fool

we don't know what we'll be when we grow up
hope to know before our time is up
perfect prey for cults and kooks, we're banking on a fluke
can i invite you to my show?

this artwork is big and black
there's an explanation on the back
wake up feeling so ambitious, but mama's food is so delicious
mercy, take me home

take me home
take me home
i said mercy mercy mercy
take me home

they're coughing on about ladders and careers
we're saving up to run away from here
and if it turns out life's a bitch, then we can marry rich
bite our tongue and volunteer

we don't know what we'll be when we grow up
hope to know before our time is up
we try to be realistic, but we're so damn artistic
all these dreams
all these dreams
all these dreams, wake me up
Track Name: Lay Down
why was i so ready to lay myself bare for you
every thought to share with you
correlate and care for you
(i ask again)
why was i so ready to lay myself bare for you
every thought to share with you
correlate and care for you

why was i so ready to lay down with you
dive right in and drown with you
kingdom and a crown for you
(i ask again)
why was i so ready to lay down with you
dive right in and drown with you
kingdom and a crown for you

your protective mother
told me not to bother
your prospective lover
warned me not to go there

why'd i need to lay it on the line for you
explain every sign to you
will you be mine, i said to you
will you be mine, i said to you
will you be mine, i said to you
will you by mine

why'd i need to lay it on so thick with you
want it all so quick with you
think that it would stick

your protective mother
told me not to bother
your prospective lover
warned me not to go there

even with an arrow through my chest
i still could not lay down to rest
even with an arrow through my chest
i still could not lay down to rest

no no ---
oh no ---
your prospective mother
she told me not to bother you
Track Name: Yayo's Lullaby
if i fall asleep before we say good night
leave you to get up, switch off the light
but you're not tired
you're just not tired
you can wake me up

if your worries won't let you unwind
too much rolling round and round your mind
so you cannot sleep
can not fall asleep
you can wake me up

and if you jump up from a nightmare and all around is black
yes it's hard to calm down with those visions flashing back
oh you try and shake it off
but it just won't shake off
you can wake me up

and if my big dreams keep me busy
eyes shut to what's around me
and you don't dare to disturb me
'cause the clock will go off early

well it's okay
you can wake me up
any hour at all
you can wake me up
three a.m. or four
you can wake me up
Track Name: My Love
sorry for these hoops i put you through, my love
sorry for the looks i give to you, my love
for all the doubts i cannot hide
and that my eyes are always wide
my love, my love, my love

for in these times of global greed
i don't even know my needs, my love, my love
and i made up 28
but i still need you to wait, my love, my love

we're so old
we're so young
we're so old
we're so young
set in our moulds
holding our guns
we're so old
we're so young

so if i circle like a vulture
round the prey that is my culture
it's not to counter you, my love
if i clench up like a fist
that you're trying to unpick
it's not to knock you down

and we're jealous of our parents' generation
and we're angry at our parents' generation
still we seek their affirmation

we're so old
we're so young
we're so old
we're so young
set in our moulds
holding our guns
we're so old
we're so young

sorry that i had to write this song, my love
that I have privacy so wrong, my love
my love, my love, my love
Track Name: Count With Me
the phones are off
media too
the neighbours have passwords
no way through

nothing is beeping
no one is buzzing
radio silence
just me and you

the interns are sleeping
the boss got the flu
the deadlines are dead to me now
no work to do

nothing to report
no one to court
the conference concluded
it's just us two

so darling count with me, count with me
1 2 4 6 5 3 in the 21st century

the guests overstayed
so we bid them goodbye
this storm is strong
but we're in the eye

the plumber he pumped
the builders they banged
but the scaffolding's down
it's just you and i

so darling count with me, count with me
1 2 4 6 5 3 in the 21st century

the protest is over
the police are gone
they diverted the birds
this is a no-fly zone

way past the curfew
time to go home
it's all boiled down
we're finally alone

so darling count with me, count with me
1 2 4 6 5 3 in this crazy century
Track Name: Whirlybird
hey there helicopter
stop that hovering around
got your head up in the clouds
and your feet don't touch the ground

it's busy in this city
no time to see your friends
you're trying to strike a balance
you're working at weekends

i hear you talk so tired
like today was too tough
but if you come a little closer
i'll call tomorrow off

hey there helicopter
stop that hovering around
got your head up in the clouds
and your feet don't touch the ground

it's freezing in this city
you don't know what to wear
too cold to follow fashion
far too cold to care

they sent you to the exit
and your body got lost
but if you come a little closer
i think you'll defrost

hey there helicopter
stop that hovering around
got your head up in the clouds
and your feet don't touch the ground

you want to live in nyc
like everybody else
but your green card is blue
and columbus got there first

with your travelling soul
and your wondering mind
oh whirlybird
won't you land by my side?

hey there helicopter
stop that hovering around
got your head up in the clouds
and your feet don't touch the ground

it's lonely in this city
even when you call it home
so many people
you feel so alone

you want to stand out
there's a very long queue
but if you come a little closer
i'll notice you

hey there helicopter
stop that hovering around
Track Name: 1934 (A Song For Leonard Cohen)
i would have been your lover
probably not more
my survival skills
would have danced me to the door

but for a time i'd be your muse
let me amuse you with the image
i would have been your lover
probably not more
my survival skills
would have danced me to the door

but for a time i'd be your muse
let me amuse you with the image
up the hill in hydra
or down in greenwich village

and the sun would turn me olive
and i'd pose for the sleeve
the cold would keep us warm
under blankets, thick as thieves

sólo es música
a poor man's prose
sólo es música
a rich man's woes

i'd be high on hormones
you'd be low on cash
we'd uncork a bottle
smoke into the stash

just when i'd feel like i'd arrived
you'd say you have to leave
i'd be left looking at myself
on your record sleeve

and i'd grow jealous of olivia
and of your olivetti
stop playing the artist, lenny
"i tried, but he won't let me"

sólo es música
a poor man's prose
sólo es música
a rich man's woes

i try to take it stoically
we all take what we can
how it feels to be the lady
of a ladies' man

head held high i walk this town
i've taken what i can
and i still hear you whisper to me
"i'm your man"

yes i would have been your lover
no i wouldn't ask for more
it's just shame that you were born
in 1934

sólo es música
a poor man's prose
sólo es música
just a rich man's woes

up the hill in hydra
or down in greenwich village

and the sun would turn me olive
and i'd pose for the sleeve
the cold would keep us warm
under blankets, thick as thieves

sólo es música
a poor man's prose
sólo es música
a rich man's woes

i'd be high on hormones
you'd be low on cash
we'd uncork a bottle
smoke into the stash

just when i'd feel like i'd arrived
you'd say you have to leave
i'd be left looking at myself
on your record sleeve

and i'd grow jealous of olivia
and of your olivetti
stop playing the artist, lenny
"i tried, but he won't let me"

sólo es música
a poor man's prose
sólo es música
a rich man's woes

i try to take it stoically
we all take what we can
how it feels to be the lady
of a ladies' man

head held high i walk this town
i've taken what i can
and i still hear you whisper to me
"i'm your man"

yes i would have been your lover
no i wouldn't ask for more
it's just shame that you were born
in 1934

sólo es música
a poor man's prose
sólo es música
just a rich man's woes
Track Name: The Onion
calendar hung on the wall
keep calm and carry on
it says to the hall
all those numbers and squares
a casino at work
my bet's on tomorrow
we could all use a perk

oh the onion of opinion stings my eyes
and the layers of love take me by surprise
will you teach me the words, stay by my side
my feet are so tired tired tired tired tired

night-shift spread on my skin
but it still seems to peel
i guess its too thin
or its just the season
and i am a snake
shedding my sins
wipe me clean as a slate

oh the onion of opinion stings my eyes
and the layers of love take me by surprise
won't you teach me the words, stay by my side
my feet are so tired tired tired tired tired

you and i we don't go way back
but i picked a card
and you held the pack
let's sing for the jokers
and queens of this town
they're keeping me up
i need to lie down

oh the onion of opinion and the layers of love
sting my eyes, take me by surprise
teach me the words, lay by my side
my feet are so tired tired tired tired