My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun [SSC8 - Emily Dickinson]

By Emily Dickinson My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - In Corners - till a Day The Owner passed - identified - And carried Me away - And now We roam in Sovreign Woods - And now We hunt the Doe - And every time I speak for Him The Mountains straight reply - And do I smile, such cordial light Opon the Valley glow - It is as a Vesuvian face Had let it’s pleasure through - And when at Night - Our good Day done - I guard My Master’s Head - ’Tis better than the Eider Duck’s Deep Pillow - to have shared - To foe of His - I’m deadly foe - None stir the second time - On whom I lay a Yellow Eye - Or an emphatic Thumb - Though I than He - may longer live He longer must - than I - For I have but the power to kill, Without - the power to die - +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ [Intro] "Uh-uh. Nah. Y'all had me in the CORNER. Dusty. Forgotten. Mmhm. Then somebody picked me up and went—" (*gunshot*) "...Problem." [Verse 1] My life had stood — a loaded WHAT? (Brrrap!) Collecting dust up in the cut, nobody gave a — (UH!) 'Til the Owner walked in, looked around, said: "Her." Picked me up by the handle, now the whole forest a blur. We sovereign-dripping through the trees, doe-getter, GO-getter (go!) Every time I speak? The mountains send me BACK a letter. (Hey!) Echo! (Echo!) Echo! (Echo!) The hills are doing WHAT? They're doing what I TELL 'em though. (Buh-duh-bup-bup!) I don't chase, I don't fetch, I'm the reason that the valley's soaking WET. From the sound — not the rain — When I pop, even the DEER forget their name. (Skrrt!) [Chorus] Pick me up, put me down (down-down) Cock it back, spin it round (round-round) Yellow Eye on you now — (BOW!) You can run but the gun say: "Nuh-uh-nuh — sit DOWN." (Hee!) Flip the poem! (Flip it!) Reverse the hymn! (Reverse it!) Emily had the BARS, she just needed the PERMIT. (Brrr-tat-tat!) [Verse 2] See my smile? Mmm. That's cordial. (Sweet!) But underneath? Vesuvius. I 'm NOT adorable. (Heat!) I'm the gun that LIKES it — yeah I said what I said, I get a little THRILL every time the Owner aims my head. (Ooh!) [Whispered: "That's the Dickinson part."] Night shift — I'm posted by his pillow, (shh) Better than your eiderdown, better than your billow, You creep up on my Owner? Baby, that's a FUMBLE — I don't need a finger, I just need a reason to RUMBLE. (Bwap!) Soft-soft-soft then LOUD! That's how a loaded lady move through a crowd. [Bridge] I got the power to kill... but I CAN'T die. Ain't that... (huh) ...ain't that something? The Owner gets a funeral, I get a SHELF. Immortal but I can't pull myself. "Emily been knowing." [Verse 3] None stir the second time, that's a fact, don't ask why (Nah!) Yellow Eye on the target, Emphatic Thumb standing by I decide if you fine or if you flatlining tonight I'm the judge and the jury with the barrel aiming right (Bow!) He gotta outlive me? That's a philosophical mess (Ha!) I'm a gun that grins, I'm a tool that thinks, I confess They say "Dick-in-son" but ain't no son in THIS (Hee!) It's all daughter energy, häxxler brought the FINESSE [Chorus] Pick me up, put me down (down-down) Cock it back, spin it round (round-round) Yellow Eye on you now — (BOW!) You can run but the gun say: "Nuh-uh-nuh — sit DOWN." (Hee!) Flip the poem! (Flip it!) Reverse the hymn! (Reverse it!) Emily had the BARS, she just needed the PERMIT. (Brrr-tat-tat!) Lyrics co-written with my writing team: G. Piddy Monsieur Claude J. Mini