Carla Bley, The Jazz Composer's Orchestra - Detective Writer Daughter

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JACK:
Detective writer of English
She was once the Queen of Sweden
Her father’s horse was something like a house
Dad was a German where they lived
One time the leader was murdered
And they all threw fits
Harmonious with the times
Everybody in the house was sick
Their faces were like that
Leader:
All everybody saw was one thing
And it kept looking at them
JACK or LEADER:
Everything was comfortable beforehand
Things were melancholy and industrial
Ginger hoped never to see that pale house again
She was tired of people disliking her
For how interesting she was
While in the street
There’s Ginger
Wagging her tail
Between my legs
(The only lesson
I’ve learned
Is the one
I’m learning)
And in the street
There are goats
And horses
And there are cars
With horns
Leader:
She had a hard time forgetting the house
JACK:
Everybody it seemed was killing horses
VIVA:
Smalltown agonist for whom exactness
Is that which hair is flesh to
He influences her to suit his character