Speak easy, speak.
Speak ee-zee, speak.
Keep the atmosphere cool
and issues on the “down low.”
When they ask, “What’s up,”
don’t mention depression
or nothing folks don’t want to know.
Speak easy, speak low.
Speak crazy/hype/happy
like good fortune made a permanent residence
at your door,
though hours before
you pawned your favorite possesion to keep the lights on!
Speak like those days are long gone
you’ve forgotten how to spell broke, let alone unemployed.
Speak crazy/hype/happy,
like you’ve never known nothing but joy.
Stock up on plastic smiles and rubber opinions,
ready to follow the hype to the Jones’ backyard
and with the proper set and props,
disregard personal misfortune as you drown everyone
in an endless ocean of personal accomplishments.
Speak crazy/hype/happy,
like good times never end.
Speak deep inner peace,
the kind that would make prophets jealous
and leave apostles ill-equipped
to compare to you.
With eyes unblinking,
stare desperation in the face,
serenely quoting a clever “silver lining” quip,
while tripping over your own heart,
squelching tears before they start in public,
only to drown later when you’re alone.
But, in front of others, for, now at least,
speak deep inner peace.
Speak easy, speak.
Speak ee-zee, speak.
Speaking easy, speaking a crazy/hype/happy peace.
Keeping it cool, keeping it low.
"What’s up Mel?”
“Ah, you know… it’s all good!”
It’s… all… good…
‘cause no one really wants to know,
so… speak easy.
