Voices, Voices, Voices,
There are voices down, under my bed,
Memories from childhood, crystal clear,
My mother wanted me to be dead like her from the waist down,
There have been moments in my life where I felt like
I was under my mother’s dark passionless cloud,
I could hear her saying with her strong New York Jewish accent,
There should be no passion before marriage,
Virgin, virgin, be a Virgin till marriage,
control, control, control your desires, your sexuality.
In the '60s and '70s I never really got the hang of free love,
the kind in vans parked on the beach.
I always felt it had to do with the voice under the bed
the voice of my virgin till marriage Jewish mother.
My Jewish mother’s Virgin Mary approach to relationships
was not an easy role model to live up to and I never did.
I came out in 1978 in San Francisco,
She was a hot-blooded Sicilian hippie witch woman.
Very bold and beautiful,
She made me feel all fire and steam inside,
I have learned to listen to my own voice
and it can get quite loud.