but it's in connection with my memoir in-progress. I'm re-recording a handful of songs I wrote back in the early and mid- 1980s. And since these lyrics to a song I wrote in 1984 (below) appeared on Facebook yesterday (along with the news that I would be recording again -- yay!), I'm sharing at least those lyrics with you here. The rest of the lyrics will be on my web site sometime in the near future. (I'm putting this in bullet points b/c the formatting is fucked up & I'm tired!)

• The Mother with the Gun (©1984 Marilyn Jaye Lewis/ BMI First of May Songs)
• It’s been so long
• since I held my man
• in my arms without a fire in my head;
• And it’s been so long
• since I laid with him
• side by side without the rage of
• one regret.
• I had this dream that I took all I could take
• pulled a .38 and blew my man away;
• And both my kids had seen what I had done
• And the Press called me
• the Mother with the Gun.
• It’s been so long
• since I’ve earned my pay
• without feeling I’d been chained down to the ground;
• And it’s been so long
• since I made my way
• sure and proud without the shame of
• kneeling down.
• I had this dream that I took all I could take
• pulled a .38 and blew my boss away;
• And both my kids had seen what I had done
• And the Press called me
• the Mother with the Gun.
• It’s been so long now
• that I’ve been old enough;
• I’ve got the wisdom that you get from bearing pain;
• But now my kids it seems
• just make the same mistakes;
• Will I sit back and watch it all
• Go down again?
• I had this dream that I took all I could take
• I called an agency and gave my kids away;
• I signed a paper to ensure we’d stay apart;
• And the Man called me
• the mother with no heart.
• I had a dream that I took all I could take
• And I woke up this morning feeling far away.
• And there’s a man fading with the setting sun;
• His voice is shouting, “Come on, lady,
• Drop the gun.”
• ©1984 Marilyn Jaye Lewis/ BMI First of May Songs