Big Noise

Such a fine boy
What a forward-thinking young man
Such a fine boy
What a forward-thinking young man
We should send him to school
Maybe in New England
He’ll be the apple of our eye
We’ll buy him a new tie
Dress him up and comb his hair
New England, lying on the sofa
Like a loaf of bread
Eyes glazing over television
Imitation life
He’s not wondering
Not wondering a thing
But this is how the thing goes
We should praise his heart instead
He should open up the windows
Dump the newsman on his head
We’ll be singin' halleluiah
We’ll come beckoning the sky
We’ll have learned to make some choices
We’ll have fortified the why
And that little small voice, tucked inside the ear
Will be talking up a big noise
Talking up some good cheer
Talking up a big noise
Talking up some good cheer
When he was only days
In this world
We started him on Japanese
Don’t you know
It’s the wave of the future
We played him
Tapes of Mozart in his sleep
New England, leaves spiral
Downward kamikaze jets
Always heading ground-ward
Now it’s silence
Leaves piles on- smothering-
Smothering the whole world
But this is how the thing goes
We should praise his heart instead
He should open up the windows
Dump a kamikaze on his head
One kamikaze jets
Two kamikaze jets
Three kamikaze jets, four. .