Brian Laidlaw

Poet | Songwriter | Educator

Pick You Up

 

Did it hurt, did it hurt, when you fell from heaven

With those matches in your eyes

And your lips of paraffin,

 

Were you flaking like a painting

When you fell from heaven

And you landed in a fresco

Full of sticky seraphim?

 

Baby I will pick you up, and put you on my arm,

Pick you up, and put you on my arm

Like a charm,

Pick you up, and put you on my arm

 

Was it hard, was it hard

When you fell from heaven

And you landed in a bar

Full of billiards and tattoos,

 

Was it hard in the yard

With the cigarettes unleavened

And the congregation swaying

To the continental blues?

 

Baby I will pick you up, and put you on my hip,

Pick you up, and put you on my hip

When you slip,

Pick you up, and put you on my hip

 

Was it strange, was it strange

When you fell from grace,

Could you read my mind the same way

You could read a cocktail menu?

 

Did you look in the mirror

And expect to see your face

But instead see a map

To the after-party venue?

 

Baby I will pick you up, and put you on my sleeve,

Pick you up, and put you on my sleeve

Before you leave,

Pick you up, and put you on my sleeve

 

 

Now did it hurt, did it hurt

When they nailed you to a windmill

& they left you on a hillside

Where the west wind played roulette;

 

Were you dizzy, were you dizzy,

Did it keep you busy until

All the guilty parties died

& the innocents forget?

 

Baby I will pick you up, and put you on my neck,

Pick you up, and put you on my neck

Serve and protect,

Pick you up, and put you on my neck

 

Keep you in check,

Pick you up, and put you on my neck.