Penny Larkins & Carl Pannuzzo: music

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)

Penny's 11 year old, after more than a year of sharing domestic space with Carl astutely commented one day, "Carl, everything of yours is just a little bit broken.." Carl could no more deny this statement than to be inspired to write about it - a true story indeed. This however goes out to ONE particular very new and very great acquisition that we're really hoping can herald a new trend in Carl's physical possession.

This was a personal exercise in Penny and Carl's increasingly popular 'Build-a-song' workshops for kids and adults. The next of these will be held in the City of Casey for the 'Casey Sings' festival between June 26 and July 3rd and on July 5th for kids. More info, have a look at http://www.casey.vic.gov.au and click on their Winter Arts Festival. Lots of fun...

Everything of mine is just a little bit broken

 

I’m like an accidental goldilocks

    The bough breaks everytime it rocks

I got a heel hole,  in every pair of socks

And that always makes me cry

I got a secondhand fridge and the freezer don’t freeze

I can’t celebrate spring ‘cause spring makes me sneeze

Everything I own or loan is only a tease

And I too often wonder why

My pepper grinder don’t grind, and my kite don’t fly

I can’t keep things in one piece no matter how I try

 

‘Cause everything of mine is just a little bit broken

 

My stereo’s not a stereo, only one speaker works

And my mobile phone well let’s just say it has a few quirks

My piano isn’t grand with only 87 keys

I bought a 2^nd juicer but I left it overseas

My girlfriend’s car is only broken since she met me

My laptop has a keyboard without an S or V

My one-armed sunglasses sit on an angle 3 degrees

And there’s scratches just on the lens of the eye that can see

My printer’s got a tea light candle-sized hole

And only superglue holds together my favorite bowl

Even my ukulele got a split ‘n’ missing screws

My headphones lost their head now they’re impossible to use

 

I tell ya everything of mine is just a little bit broken

 

Even things I buy new aren’t in working order

A kettle or a dust-buster only kinda sorta

A bike without a 3^rd gear, derailer derailed

And every 2^nd email saying message sending failed

My house . . .  will never be spotless

But Hundertwasser said the straight line is godless

So hopefully I’m somehow at least in the right direction

By everything’s incessant imperfection!

Every single piece of clothing has an old food stain

And there’s even question of the constitution of my brain

I can improvise at best but there’s no structure to my art

And let’s not even talk about my wife’s poor heart

 

Now tell ya everything of mine is just a little bit broken