The Prayer Inside This Song

Vinokur wrote this poem way back in 1968 when he was in Mexico. It's about getting stone drunk (or other states in which you have practically lost your self control and conscience) and could have done something potentially disastrous. This is a kind of an apologetic plea.

The reason why I am posting it on my blog is because this is the first poem/lyric that I have worked on - to put melody/arrangement/record etc. - in about a year's time. Besides, I think I'm working on mothering our first child - the first among a few brown/white children that would beat the living hell out of the Brangelina progeny.

I think we need a name for such kids - how about Vinokris children?

The Prayer Inside This Song (Vinokur/Bass)

Please, friend, please -
I think I did no wrong.
But if I did, forgive me -
That's the prayer inside this song.

I'm trying to remember
Just what went down before.
Yesterday was madness
And this morning's bringing more.

Someone, tell me please,
What did I do or say,
That - in this phase of after-craze,
Makes worries for today?

Who was that I talked to?
What was that I said?
It seems some kind of miracle
That I'm alive, not dead.

They say I talk to much -
They say I've lost control -
But, if I can't be honest,
I'd rather fill a hole.

If I can't talk my mind, friend,
Why should I talk at all?
And if the truth is what they mean
By having "lost control",

Well - if I can't be honest, friend,
I'd rather fill a hole.
If I can't be honest,
I'd rather fill a hole.

Please, friend, please -
I think I did no wrong.
But if I did, forgive me -
That's the prayer inside this song.

The prayer inside this song....
The prayer inside this song....
Is - if I did, forgive me, friend....
That's the prayer inside this song.