Mark Springer Poet Lyric

Married on Friday the Thirteenth

They scheduled my wedding for Friday the Thirteenth
It was the only opening the scheduler had seen.
I said to my fiancé: I can't go through with this
It's bad luck and bad karma, give you a farewell kiss.

My fiancé started crying, said my love wasn't real-
A bat flying out of my toilet shouldn't break the deal.
But my crystal sends vibrations, there wasn't a real choice
And my fortune cookie paper said, "live free and rejoice."

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They say its superstition, its medieval, and it's sad
But I walked under a ladder, tripped over a black cat
A mirror cracked when I preened in front of the glass.
So on this marriage, sweetie pie, I have to take a pass.

So my fiancé took me to Sedona, where the energy vortex lies
I met a red rock oracle, where the green pines frame the skies
He told me I could break the superstitious ties that bind
I could marry my fiancé and I could ease my mind.

So now we've settled in New Mexico, by the hills of Santa Fe.
We've got thirteen kids, and I wish I'd run away.
I take care of them because my spouse has joined a cult
I'm scared to complain; the guru would take it as insult.

So every Friday the thirteenth I count unlucky stars
While thirteen little bicycles are scattered in the yard
So if you meet bad omens, friends, take some advice from me
Run to your Ferrari, push the pedal to ninety-three.

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