Hedwig and the Angry Inch Page #3

so familiar

I could not recognise

'Cause you had blood

on your face

I had blood

in my eyes

But I could swear

by your expression

That the pain

down in your soul

Was the same

as the one down in mine

That's the pain

That cuts a straight line

down through the heart

We call it love

We wrapped our arms

around each other

Tried to shove ourselves

back together

We was making love

Making love

It was a cold, dark evening

such a long time ago

When, by the mighty hand

of Jove

It was a sad story

how we became

Lonely two-legged

creatures

The story

of the origin of love

That's

the origin of love

The origin of love

The origin of love

The origin of love.

It is clear that

I must find my other half,

but is it a he,

or a she?

What does this person

look like?

Identical to me?

Or somehow complementary?

Does my other half have

what I don't?

Did he get the looks?

The luck?

The love?

Were we really separated

forcibly,

or did he just run off

with the good stuff?

Or did l?

Will this person

embarrass me?

What about sex?

Is that how we put ourselves

back together again?

Or can two people...

actually become one...

again?

I remember once

when I was six years old

I was watching

my favourite cartoon

on American Forces

Network--

"Jesus Was Good."

Jesus said the darndest thing.

Don't you ever mention

that name to me again.

But he died for our sins.

So did Hitler.

Absolute power corrupts.

Absolutely.

Better to be powerless, my son.

In the year I was born,

The Wall went up.

And many people decided

to move west to freedom.

Mother threw me

into a wheelbarrow

and headed east.

The Communists

gave her a job

teaching sculpture

to limbless children.

Most of my time

was spent Iistening

to American Forces Radio.

Our apartment

was so small,

that mother made me play in the oven.

Late at night,

I would listen to the voices

of the American masters:

Toni Tenille,

Debby Boone,

Anne Murray--

who was actually a Canadian,

working in the American idiom.

And then there were

the crypto-homo rockers:

Lou Reed, lggy Pop,

David Bowie--

who was actually an idiom

working in America

and Canada.

These artists,

they left as deep

an impression on me

as that oven rack

did on my face.

To be a young American

in muskrat love,

soft as an easy chair,

not even the chair,

"I am," I said,

"Have I never been mellow?"

And the coloured girls sing...

But never

with the melody.

How could I do it better

than Toni or Lou?

"Hey, boy...

take a walk

on the wild side!"

By my side

You will be the one

Lying by my side

Lying by my side

Lying by my side.

Okay.

Okay.

One day,

in the late mid-80s...

I was in my

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