| Lyrics: | YOU GOTTA TALK MY LANGUAGE
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If I ask you do you love me,
Will you answer "Yes I do,"
Even though I ask
by standing on your toes?
'Cause I don't* know the words to say,
Don't know what love is
anyway.
I'm not sure that anybody knows.
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But I need something and I know it;
If you can feel me, I can show it.
You
can push me if you want to,
You can wiggle just one toe.
If I* just believe it's
loving
You can make me quit my shoving,
But you've gotta talk my language,
It's the only one I know.
If I wait until you turn around*
And hit you with my
fist,
I know that you'll be angry like before
But I don't know what else to
do,
There's something that I want from you
I just can't wait to ask it* anymore.
I can't sing it, I can't yell it,
I can't write it, I can't spell it.
If you
hit, you'll hurt me inside
Where the bruises never show.
But if you catch me,
shake me, hold me,
Then I've asked you and you've told me.
You've gotta talk my
language
It's the only one I know.
If I skid my bike in circles,
If I show
you both my turtles,
If I tell you all the bad things that I do,
Will you guess I'm not
just playing,
That it's something that I'm saying?
Can you make up answers I can tell are
true?
If you only say you love me,
You'll be talking way above me.
That's no way to answer anyone
Who's standing on your toe.
If I'm good or bad,
then show me;
If you love me, show you know me.
You gotta talk my
language,
It's the only one I know.
By George Ward, copyright
1971
Recorded on "The Telling Takes Me Home", FSI-46 by Ed Trickett*
"Working for
the Seegers [at their children's camp, Killooleet, in
central Vermont on summer, I found myself
deviled regularly by
a boy of eleven. He'd come up behind me when I was carrying
dirty
dishes to the kitchen and punch me in the back, or wait
'till I had picked a choice seat to
watch a baseball game and
pounce on my shoulders. After a while, I got to the point
of
retaliating in kind with very little thought for the fact that I
was twice as old and
twice as big as he was."
"Only one person, that summer, was able to approach an
intimate
relationship with my young nemesis. An elderly friend of the
Seegers kept the
camp library and looked after loose ends. She
was older than any counselor, kept to herself a
lot, and didn't
fit in (or so I thought) with most of the goings on. I didn't
realize
that she's set herself the task of befriending the bane
of my existence until one afternoon
when she sought me out to
tell me she's asked him why he pestered me so. 'But he
likes
it,' the lad insisted. 'It's like a game we play!'
It took her a while to
convince him that it wasn't so, and after
that he avoided me for two or three days. Oddly, I
almost missed
him. About the third afternoon, just as I'd settled down on the
sidelines
of another ballgame, I sensed him coming up behind me.
He hit me again, more gently, and sat
down to talk and watch the
game.
He wasn't my closest friend after that, but we got
along and
finished a good summer.
This is his song, I guess, and hers, and John and
Ellie's
[Seeger too, in a way. To be honest, though, it's mine, and the
best I can do is
thank them for teaching it to me." - George
* Ed sings some words differently than the
written version:
don't <- wouldn't
I <- I can
around <- your
back
it <- you
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