Baseball - Bill Cosby

Take the train to Frankford I won't answer when they call I guess that's just my gift to myself Drank a lot and danced to The Cure Holding on for dear life To the frayed edge of a feeling we misplaced years ago And knowing we should really get back home Made mistakes The plants died young, like all good things But I wish my small self had known How much water to use Still some nights I find The ideas that bring me rest Are the ones that used to prod and pester and keep me up Swinging open doors I swore I'd shut Pouring pewter Amassing coins to displace debt to you My straight-line shooter Let me learn here I am in pursuit of all I can undo Entertain the cancer We all answer upwards either way The waiting game is tied again Backs of hands and phrases Misplaced gazes Things we still deny to selves and hesitate to talk about A call from high school two drinks in I smiled but you could not see Your tin can cell receiver Hummed its New York static song The lever pulled and all at once The floor was false The center seam divided Lace and well-pressed cotton Found the flood we'd since forgotten We still leave our shoes at the door Before we wring out our wet clothes Across your floor and future Stitch the gaps that destiny assumed With floral sutures Are you hiding or have I abandoned you? Let me learn here I am in pursuit Of all I can undo Of all I can undo

Pulled over at midday The joker's still wet behind the ears He hands off a novel of novice citations Outside the service station The glue sets beneath our heels My baby's in Massachusetts And all this booze is useless Sunset, sing my scratched-out sighing soul to sleep And the cashier here is ruthless Jeanette, I wrote your name down But I'd hate that job as much as you do If I was stuck between Barton and Binghamton too Days like this, I miss listening to records Making coffee together, snow globes and jersey sheets I tried sleeping in our bed without you last night That didn't work at all, 'cause I couldn't sleep Sometimes I wish it was still last summer And you still lived in South Philly And I wasn't playing a show in Nebraska, or Austin, Texas Asking the kids what they ate for breakfast But here I am, Valero bathroom Who's paid to keep these things cliché? Bury me beneath New York State It's the only place where I feel dead My baby's in Massachusetts And all this booze is useless Sunset, sing my scratched-out sighing soul to sleep And the cashier here is ruthless Jeanette, I wrote your name down But I'd hate that job as much as you do If I was stuck between Barton and Binghamton too

Dentists tell you not to pick your teeth with any sharp metal object. And then you sit in their chair and the first thing they grab is an iron hook. Now the dentist pulls out a needle. This is to deaden the pain. So you open up. Now a regular doctor giving you a shot will go --- --- ---. Dentists don't do that. They go ---. And you're there (gasping). Then they want to talk to you. "Do you ever do any fishing?" "Uh-uh." "Where do you usually go?" "---------- with a in my mouth." "Yes, I have been there many times myself." Now he pulls the needle out, puts this thing in your mouth. This will suck up your face. The dentist goes outside to laugh at you. And you sit, grown-up intelligent human being, arguing with this thing. You also notice that the right side of your face feels like it is sliding off of your skull and your bottom lip is in your lap. So the dentist comes back. You want to talk to him. So you say, "I was wondering . . ." "I beg your pardon." "I said I was wondering about my face." "I don't understand." "My face. My face. Do you see my face?" "The what?" "If I be ---- my face?" "Your face?" "Yes." "What's the matter with it?" "What's the matter with it? My face, my face is hanging down . . . do you see this? This is my bottom lip. It wasn't like this when I came in here." "Well, I will fix it." "I hope so. Because if you put the needle in my mouth, my face went ----, my bottom lip is on the floor. So I can't live with it like this now." "I'll fix it." "Ok." Now he starts to drill. And you see and smell smoke coming out of your mouth. So you say, "Wait a minute!" "What's the matter?" "Smoke." "What?" Smoke, smoke, smoke. There is some smoke that is coming out of my mouth." "I don't understand." "Fire! Do you understand the fire? There is a fire in my mouth and the smoke is coming out because there is fire. And my face is hanging on the floor." "The fire?" "Yeah." "Where?" "Never mind, never mind." Now he drills some more and you hear him make a mistake. And to cover it up, they all say the same thing: "Ok. Rinse." 1 "Rinse? You ask me to rinse? I don't have a bottom lip. How can I rinse?" "Give it a try." "Give it a try. Ok." Grab the cup. Pour the water. It runs all down. "I hope that you are satisfied. I hope that you are satisfied. I put the water in my mouth. I told you that I can't rinse because I have no bottom lip. The water is all down on my leg. I hope that you are satisfied." "Rinse again." "You've gotta be kidding me." So you pick it up, put a bit. Now you got to spit into this miniature toilet bowl. You have no bottom lip, so you let it all fall out, say "thank God for gravity." Now you want to sit back but you can't because hanging from your bottom lip is a long line and you can't get it off your bottom lip. So you sit back. Now you have a line from the bowl to your bottom lip. The dentist looks at it and says "Oh, look. A rainbow."

2.0.1.6. Waati se rà, jusqu'au bout aw bɛ di' Bamako, 'salam alaykoum Kuma ka mi'si'n, assis D.B.L.M.Z. à vie Indépendant C.O.S., ah oui N bɛ consommé fàn bɛ' Asamahabi Inchallah, Abou Dhabi Équipe soudée, foye tɛ n bi' I ko F.C.B. de Lionel Messi Numéro 27 c'est qui? Cosby N bɛ topu là fàn bɛ', i ko Babani N ye Mali rapu baisé sans capote au lit N détesté, je m'en fou i ko Sarkozy N taara kù to i ko Tinamoni N ye différence créer i ko Lamborghini N ka C.D. bɛ commandé fo Italie Fuck u ɲɛgo'! Ici, c'est Mali Si tɛ si fɛ', mais anw ka vas-y hâlibi' Foye tɛ fàle i ko Taoudeni N'i y'anw cherché, anw b'i gɛ'n, Ben Ali Dablémazé i ko Mohamed Ali N ka 16 mesures b'i la ta... ta... ta... au tapis, c'est fini Le beat est Papi (Po! Po! Po!) Le beat est Papi (Po! Po! Po!) Ouais? Ouais... Ouais, ouais! Po! Po! Po!