Track 5: Summertime

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Track 5: Summertime

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—as performed by Janis Joplin God's got his eye on me, but I ain't a sparrow. I'm more like a lawn mower . . .no, a chainsaw, Anything that might mangle each manicured lawn In Port Arthur, a place I wouldn't return to If the mayor offered me every ounce of oil My daddy cans at the refinery. My voice, I mean, Ain't sweet. Nothing nice about it. It won't fly Even with Jesus watching. I don't believe in Jesus. The Baxter boys climbed a tree just to throw Persimmons at me. The good and perfect gifts From above hit like lightning, leave bruises. So I lied—I believe, but I don't think God Likes me. The girls in the locker room slapped Dirty pads across my face. They called me Bitch, but I never bit back. I ain't a dog. Chainsaw, I say. My voice hacks at you. I bet I tear my throat. I try so hard to sound jagged. I get high and say one thing so many times Like Willie Baker who worked across the street— I saw some kids whip him with a belt while he Repeated, Please. School out, summertime And the living lashed, Mama said I should be Thankful, that the town's worse to coloreds Than they are to me, that I'd grow out of my acne. God must love Willie Baker—all that leather and still A please that sounds like music. See. I wouldn't know a sparrow from a mockingbird. The band plays. I just belt out, Please. This tune Ain't half the blues. I should be thankful. I get high and moan like a lawn mower So nobody notices I'm such an ugly girl. I'm such an ugly girl. I try to sing like a man Boys call, boy. I turn my face to God. I pray. I wish I could pour oil on everything green in Port Arthur.

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  • Jericho Brown