Abby Jenne and the Enablers: Music

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I used to know this dude named Bryan who had an early dat recorder and used to party with us at my house in Newmarket, New Hampshire. On night he came over and said he had a lick for me to work with. (Why does that sound so dirty?)I had just learned the chords C7 and B7 that day. So he wrote the beginning lick and I wrote the bridge with my brandy-new chords. The lyrics were just some insomniac self pity trip I had been on earlier that week, sitting in my mother's kitchen a 5 a.m. in the humidity of Saratoga Springs, NY. Pigeon is what we used to call my cat Sundae because he couldn't meow properly (he cooed.) He ran away so I named the song for him. I guess he was restless too.

PIGEON
A. Jenne, B. Phil
The insanity of sleepless nights
The humidity of summer
I let the cats in and I let ‘em back out
We’re dancing to the very same drummer
I think of those who are long gone now and I wonder what I could have done better
I think of these things what if they’d been different somehow
And I wonder what I did with his letters

And Sunday-cat is cooing like the pigeon he isn’t
There’s restlessness boiling inside of me
I think of the things I coulda done but I didn’t
And all those things that were never denied to me

I think of the lover that I have for the moment
Nothing’s right, nothing’s wrong, nothing’s clear
I can’t help but wonder who he’s been dreaming about
And I wonder where I’ll live next year

I should just get to bed and get on with tomorrow because
Time wasted worrying just wastes away
Gotta stop dwelling on the past and its sorrow
If I don’t I’m just wasting today.