The Beautiful Savages

The Beautiful Savages are a musical group that works like an experimental art project. It can take many forms. It may be just Michael, or it may include collaborating musicians. It may be rock n roll. It may be avant-garde jazz. It may be spoken word with music. It may be poetry. It may be noise. It will always be real.

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LYRICS

THE MESSAGE

I pushed aside the plate of chicken lo mein in front of me

As if by magic it was replaced with a small bowl holding a fortune cookie

And I said to myself…

I’ve seen this before

Light shined down from the paper lanterns on the ceiling illuminating the plastic wrapper below

And It shimmered like a beautiful jewel

The thin transparent shell protecting the fragile body inside

A masterpiece of architectural design

Peering through the shell I saw a slip of paper protruding from the body

And I knew it was a message just for me

I pulled out the slip of paper and read

It said…

It is time to wake up

I opened my eyes

My bed was cold and wet

And something was pressed against my back

I wanted to turn to see what it was, but I felt I should know what was in my own bed

So, I lay there thinking

Finally, I jumped from the bed, spun around, and saw a twelve-foot-long jellyfish laying on the sheet

It was the biggest jellyfish I had ever seen

Later, when researching, I learned that jellyfish could grow up to fifteen feet long

But that didn’t explain what it was doing in my bed

Outside the moon softly glowed lighting my window

And inside the jellyfish softly glowed lighting my bed

Later, when researching, I learned this was called bioluminescence

But that didn’t explain what it was doing in my bed

And it shimmered like a beautiful jewel

The thin transparent shell protecting the fragile body inside

A masterpiece of architectural design

Peering through the shell I saw a slip of paper protruding from the body

And I knew it was a message just for

I opened my dresser drawer and pulled out a pocketknife

And I cut through the thin shell as a gush of sea water poured out

I pulled out the slip of paper and read

It said…

It is time to wake up

I opened my eyes

I pushed aside the plate of chicken lo mein in front of me

As if by magic it was replaced with a small bowl holding a fortune cookie

And I said to myself…

I’ve seen this before

And I said to myself…

I’ve seen this before

THE TRUTH

We pushed the furniture to the walls 

And put a record on

It was The Velvet Underground & Nico

We made ourselves a drink

Made out by the kitchen sink

And then we danced in the living room

I don’t know who told you

That the world was a mystery

And you need instructions and a guidebook

To know how to live

But I guarantee it was someone

Trying to sell you something

That you don’t need

Well, I’m going to tell you for free

Your consciousness 

Is everything

And it runs the whole show

Your consciousness 

Is the mechanism

That makes the world go

Like a record

On a turntable

You just have to turn it on

Put on a record

Make yourself a drink

And dance

Keep the world turning

Put on a record

Make yourself a drink

And dance

THE LAKE

She’s waking through the woods

And she’s heading for the lake

She’s always been afraid of the water

But today’s a special occasion

It was one year ago that he took her to the center of the lake

He put a ring on her finger, and he put a ring on his finger, and he said, “This means… forever.”

But he is a liar

Now she’s walking through the frozen woods

And heading for the ice covered lake

She’s always been afraid of the ice

But the woman on the news said the ice was safe to walk on at three inches thick, and at four inches thick you could drive a car across

So she’s walking

And she’s walking

She looks around, and everything looks the same

Everything is snow white

But before she left her house she had plotted out her course with a set of maps and her GPS to find the exact center of the lake

And when she reaches the center, she drops to her knees, pulls off her backpack, reaches in and pulls out a battery powered drill with a six inch bit

She drills a hole into the ice, and drops through that hole a fishing line which sinks to the bottom of the lake

Tied to the end of that line is a ring, and inserted through that ring is a finger

He said he would never lose that ring but he was a liar

A school of fish began circling, and one fish with particularly razor sharp teeth bites and swallows the ring and finger whole

He said that ring would never leave his finger and he wasn’t lying about that

In the middle of the woods, in the middle of the lake, in the middle of the fishes belly lay the ring and finger

And the fish swam away

She stood up, put away her drill, put on her backpack, and began walking home

She said, “I will always be a part of him. He will always be a part of me. And he will always be a part of the lake.”

YOUR VOICE IS A SONG

Hi, nice to meet you. I’m sorry I don’t remember your name. I know we’ve met before. Yeah, I know we’ve met a hundred times before. Just last week at a party, I know. Yeah, you talked to me. No, I don’t remember what you said. Yeah, I was listening but…

I walked into the party the way I usually do

I found myself a drink, and then I found myself a chair in the corner

And I sank down deep deep deep into that low low chair

My hand touching the hardwood floor below

And I closed my eyes

I was listening to the room, and you walked in

And you were talking

My hand started shaking like a nervous tick because I like the sound the ice makes when it hits the side of the glass

Percussion and rhythm

I was following the rhythm of the conversation

I was following the rhythm of your words

I was following the rhythm of your voice

Because your voice is a song

Your voice is a song

I was listening to the room

someone turned on a blender in the kitchen at the end of the hall

Someone put on a record in the room next door

And you were talking

I was following the rhythm of the conversation

I was following the rhythm of your words

I was following the rhythm of your voice

Because your voice is a song

Your voice is a song

And you were talking

Your voice would go up

Your voice would go down

Your voice would speed up

And tour voice would slow down

Your voice would trail off

And then come back around

And I was following the rhythm of the conversation

I was following the rhythm of your words

No, I don’t know what you were saying but

I was following the rhythm of your voice

Because your voice is a song

Your voice is a song

THE COLOR SONG

The human brain can recognize and differentiate

Up to ten million different colors

Some human brains due to genetic mutations can recognize and differentiate

Up to one hundred million different colors

This is the color song

If you hear a color you appreciate–raise your hand

Maybe your an artist

Or a graphic designer

Or a floral arranger

Or an interior decorator

Maybe your a fancier of those adult coloring books found on the grocery stores magazine rack

Maybe you appreciate the red in the red hair of Renoirs favorite model

Maybe you appreciate the blue in the blue moon of Elvis favorite song

If you hear a color you appreciate–raise your hand

If you are not the quiet type–give a shout

If you are not the sedentary type–get up and dance

This is a dance song