Dr. Mom


(very rough sketch of lyrics to be used in song)

Don’t cry
Don’t ask why
Just breathe/breathe again (and again)
You will cry
You will ask why
Disbelieve then believe again (and again)

I’ll make it all feel better
I’ll knit you a sweater
I’ll bake you an apple pie
Just please don’t cry
(don’t cry/don’t cry)

I’ll make you feel good
Like a mother always should
Promise you a happy childhood
If you don’t cry
(don’t cry/don’t cry)

I’ll make it all feel better
My darling sweet bed-wetter
I’ll give you an alabi
If you learn not to cry
Just learn how to lie
and
Make believe you’re free
Feel free/feel free
You can always count on me
Feel free/feel free
You can always count on me
Feel free/feel free


(music breaks down ala Zeppelin, gets chaotic)

hospital sounds, baby crying, concerned and hysterical female voices - Mom and Dr. Mom and nurses intwined: (“We’re losing him!” “No, no, save my baby” “Pump it up to 57 ccs” “Hook him up to the ventilator” “Pulse is weakening doctor” “No, no, don’t cut, don’t cut...”)

BEAR DREAM (SPOKEN WORD STORY):

We’re on an expedition in the mountains. The terrain is rugged and because the path is narrow we must walk single file. It’s dusty and we use our chadors and serapes as masks. The muhajadeen guides have deserted us but we keep going. The air is thinning and we haven’t had water for days. It’s deathly hot and the jagged rocks, tho beautifully burnt orange are closing in on us. I keep looking ahead - ahead - must keep moving ahead - never to look back except once when I think I recognize an old and world weary John Entwistle behind me. I keep moving ahead, ahead --my feet blistered, bloodied, about to give up when we turn a corner and find ourselves on a mountainside covered with pines. The Pacific Northwest? maybe. We are saved. The others are ecstatic but I can’t be so sure. They doff their dusty turbans and begin to play with an adorable bear cub that has just bounded out of the redwood grove. Everyone is so happy but no - no - don’t don’t --- it’s not safe I think because as I learned on the Discovery Channel whereever there is a bear cub----- yes, yes, I can see her racing down the mountain next to ours . The biggest, most monstrous looking grizzly mother bear - the others wont stop, won’t look. You guys! No, don’t mess with that baby bear but it’s too late - the mother bear is here. But she’s not mad at them, she’s mad at me, she’s chasing me -- no , no , not me, I didn’t, stop, no - I run, knowing it’s useless but still I run, run , run into the shallow river that is full of salmon spawning, spawning, and i’m running, running, it’s not me I try to tell her, it’s them but she doesn’t care, it’s me she’s after and I’m doomed but still I run, run along the river bed, up the banks, thru the woods and into the high school auditorium perched on the beaver dam nearby ,thru the doors, down the corridor, thru the classroom, trying to lose her, running from the mother bear, she’s vicious, insane, she’s going to kill me, consume me, I can’t lose her, she has my scent, i’m running, desperate I duck into the little boy’s room and there is my salvation, the tiny window over the porceloin wash basin, the tiny window with the factorlight glass that will be hard to squeeze thru but I can do it, I know I can squeeze thru it and then i’ll be free, i’ll be safe, i’ll be free, I open the tiny window with the factorlight glass only to find another window with opaque glass behind it, I open the window with opaque glass only to fine another window with translucent glass behind it, I open the window with translucent glass only to find another window with frosted glass behind it, I open the window iwth frosted glass only to find another window with wired security glass behind it and so it goes, window after window after window after window with the Mother Grizzley Bear getting closer and closer and closer, window after window after window....closer, window, closer, closer, window after window, after window, closer.......etc.

baby cries --- chaos ends, Dr. Mom sings lullaby to end

Make believe you’re free
Feel free/feel free
You can always count on me
Feel free/feel free
You can always count on me
Feel free/feel free
You can always count on me
Feel free/feel free
You can always blame me

spoken in a whisper: (that’s what Mom’s are for)