Who among us can resist the temptation to get maudlin and morose on Christmas Eve?
And what can be sadder than the story of a tragically misunderstood young girl who cried out for attention once too often?
You won’t find the whole story in this reading of the song because last night when I was recording this, I simply could not commit the denoument verse to the hard drive… it was just too pat, too on the nose… too obvious. Too lame.
Suffice it to say that in the part of the story I left out, Lisa will have an opportunity to be reevaluated at the staff’s convenience at some future date — if she shows a sufficient change in attitude. Her parents will send the upstairs maid to visit her every other weekend.
Still, there’ll be glimmer of hope, a young intern who whispers that he’s going to the state authorities, trust him — he’ll get her out.
Yet, she doesn’t see him again and on a lonely Christmas Eve, staring out through the tiny, barred window of her discreetly padded cell, she finds herelf praying for a Christmas miracle…
Yep, all of that was in that was in that one verse I cut. You know what they say, art is knowing what to leave out.
Happy holidays!
Things That Lisa Says
No one understands
the things that Lisa says
they just shake their head
they think that Lisa’s strange
No one understands
the games that Lisa plays
singing to herself
and dancing in the rain
No one’s ever seen
the world where Lisa lives
it’s all some crazy dream
she’s just a crazy kid
No one understands
the games that Lisa plays
singing to herself
and dancing in the rain
(C)1975, TK Major
