Chris Port Blog #21: Marty Gull Song #9. The Teacher’s Song

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Marty’s a dreamer and Tippi’s a dream

But Hevel is hard as pavement

When the frost stars gleam it’s a wintry scene

Reality demands engagement

The teacher’s prudent

To treat each student

Identically it seems

Never a human being

Or every moon he’s seeing

Children ground to sausage

Soap fat out of bodies

Sane men going mad for sleep but fearful of dreams

Marty often dreamed by the moon’s soft light

But Tippi dreamed more of stardom

And the gossips schemed of a future bright

Playing one off against the other one

The teacher’s prudent

To treat each student

Identically it seems

Never a human being

Or every moon he’s seeing

Children ground to sausage

Soap fat out of bodies

Sane men going mad for sleep but fearful of dreams

A quick kind heart is a poor man’s gold

But Tippi was tricked by silver

Lascivious tongues licking ears foretold

Futures only devils deliver

The teacher’s prudent

To treat each student

Identically it seems

Never a human being

Or every moon he’s seeing

Children ground to sausage

Soap fat out of bodies

Sane men going mad for sleep but fearful of dreams

Marty died for love but Tippi’s still here

Someone saw her in the high street

With an MP3 tinny in her ear

And the music was sickly sweet

The teacher’s prudent

To treat each student

Identically it seems

Never a human being

Or every moon he’s seeing

Children ground to sausage

Soap fat out of bodies

Sane men going mad for sleep but fearful of dreams


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