Magic Pillow…                    
	
I have a magic  pillow… sometimes I fear it.
I swear that it breathes… some nights I hear it.
I’m pretty sure it remembers all my dreams.
It only tells me ‘bout the ones where I scream…
Chorus:
       Crazy thoughts like these are hard to pass along
       So I tuck them in a crazy little song.   	
       ‘tween crazy art and crazy artist there’s a fine & fuzzy line…
       I often dance up to it - slip across it time to time.    

Every second two people die
Every second four newborn babies cry
300 thousand folks join our planet every day
150 thousand go away
     two families laugh and one family cries
     take a breath… hello - hello - goodbye…      Chorus:

400 wealthy Americans make more money in one year
Than the 30 poorest countries in Africa,  I hear.
(Spoken… Total population 300 million… crazy)
We buy some art to complement our credenza
Can anyone die from acute “afluenza”….?		Chorus:
 
Something I see as I grow older,
Crazy’s in the eyes of the beholder
To our friend who hides behind his dumpster where he cowers
Crazy’s in the eyes of those in power…                 Chorus: 

Pillows know more than nocturnal stories
They know thoughts, words, deeds, & shames & glories
It’s not good news, but I’m sure my pillow said
There’s one just like it in every single bed.            Chorus:

You have a magic  pillow… sometimes you’ll fear it.
You’ll know that it breathes… on the nights you hear it.
You can be sure it’ll remembers all your dreams.
It only tells you ‘bout the ones where you scream…

by David Beede copyright August 2005