Be my curator

For John. A song I am writing about him that I started writing on the bus to school this morning. Chances are I'll write a song about everyone I know before the summer's through.

It's a consequence of knowing me.

Lyrics:

Will you be my curator

Take my life and make it art?

Drawings, stories, little books

We'll tack them on the walls at night

I'll let you read my letters

All the ones from him and her

You'll divide my life in categories

Before the exhibition show.

And on opening night, all our friends will go.

Our sisters will bring their little kids

They'll wonder what the big deal is

More than a thousand photos

Forty watercolours

A hundred old journals

Countless paper drawings

Please be my curator

I don't believe in no's.

I'll make you something every month

I'll stitch it up with quelque choses.

I'll look just like a genius

Autographing paper napkins

You'll write up my biography

We'll look real cute and classy

And we'll call the news

The whole street will come

We'll quotes ourselves in interviews

Then laugh about how old we sound

Sell silk-screened t-shirts

Cartoons of monsters

Chocolate chips cookies

Flower vintage drawings

Will you be my curator?

Take my life and make it art?

Drawings, stories, little books

We'll tack them on the walls at night.

I'll let you read my letters

All the ones from him and her

Our lives will become famous for one night

On James Street North real soon.