David Lingabee Songs & Songwriting

Which body seems to fit me,
Which mother will I choose,
Haunting decisions,
Blindly hoping for no abuse.

I would like to do this better,
So I know who I’ll be with,
But my lack of understanding
Keeps me stuck in all those myths.

Chorus
Slide in, so automatic,
A numbness ends my roam,
Can’t face these many choices,
But I need another home.
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Ensconced in my new body,
I think that now I’m free,
But forgetting again I’m a spiritual being,
Is not the way to be.

I learn to talk and walk and be,
The usual stuff we do,
But deep down way beneath the show,
I’ve had it, through and through.

I learn about the opposite sex,
I’m programmed to love and lust,
But I know I need to find the one,
Who’s trust won’t turn to dust.

Chorus
Slide in, so automatic,
A numbness ends my roam,
Can’t face these many choices,
But I need another home.
______

My confusions begin with bodies,
You need to be a sleuth,
All I want is a friend to love,
And agree to tell the truth.

My past has been long and winding,
Many lives and loves and loss,
It’s a wonder we’re all still ticking,
And these bodies hide their boss.

It’s hard to bring in balance,
To a body that taunts and squirms,
It’s a wonder we’re all still ticking,
These damn bodies have so many germs.

Chorus
Slide in, so automatic,
A numbness ends my roam,
Can’t face these many choices,
But I need another home.
______

My past confuses the present,
Unquestionably that’s the case,
But to sort out what is mine and theirs,
Seems to calm my remaining grace.

I’m constantly pulled into my body,
I know ‘cause I’ve been out,
The difference is really quite startling,
My body has sooooo many doubts.

I see the subtle difference,
That I’m not my body or mind,
‘cause when I manage to get outside,
I cease to be so blind.

Chorus
Slide in, so automatic,
A numbness ends my roam,
Can’t face these many choices,
But  I need another home.
______

My past confuses the present,
Unquestionably that’s the case,
But to sort out what is mine and theirs,
Seems to calm my remaining grace.

I’m constantly pulled into my body,
I know ‘cause I’ve been out,
The difference is really quite startling,
My body has sooooo many doubts.

I see the subtle difference,
That I’m not my body or mind,
‘cause when I manage to get outside,
I cease to be so blind.
______