weaklazyliar had written a song for a movie that Jodie Foster was directing called Flora Plum. They had no connection, really, to get the song in it, but had given it a try anyway. I read about the movie, too, loosely described as All About Eve set in a circus in the thirties. This was my attempt. The movie currently is indefinitely stalled, I doubt it has anything to do with unsolicited soundtrack songs.

When Allen came in to play piano (because Rufus Wainwright had never answered my letter, another long story) I described the sound I wanted as a piano player in pre-war Berlin, strung out on absinthe and dying from tuberculosis, playing one last set before heading upstairs to his underage hooker. It's a wonder anyone is able to wrestle music out of what I give them.

Paul - vocals, ukulele
Allen Broyles - piano
Michael Lorant - clarinet



Here in the springtime
I hear you breathing
and every smile you give me
is so revealing
I'm caught up inside your eyes
the sunlight plays a tune
and I can't help but feel
the same descant in you

Hooray for knowing
Hooray for feeling love inside
Hooray for knowing
I've got something that I just can't hide

I'm green this summer
I swear it's so
There's nothing jealous to it
not that you'd know
Maybe you're too busy while
you ripen for the crowd
but these misgivings
I will never share aloud

Hooray for stumbling
Hooray for mistakes in my touch
Hooray for something
but I'm guessing that's asking too much

It's cold this winter
and I'm not sleeping
Your love has left me but
the secret's keeping
That while the leaves were falling
I had found you on the ground
Your heady bloom was plucked
while I was not around

Hooray for needing
Hooray for covering it up
Hooray for leaving
Hooray for what I let go of
Hooray for sorrow
and I hope tomorrow comes alone

But who will love you, little plum?

(P. Melancon) ©2002 UbikMusik, BMI