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