Stuart Kabak

Stuart Kabak

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Play For Me

Written By: Stuart Kabak

I was tuning up my six string
When the back stage light went dim
The monitors were humming
Like the first note of a hymn
I stepped up to the microphone
Thought my usual prayer
But the room was cold and empty
Not a single soul was there

Then a guy who looked like Jesus
His name tag called him Murray
Came in to wait the tables
He was not in any hurry
I said hey man what's going on
Did they advertize this show
Murray shrugged his shoulders
He said sorry I don't know

But you can play for me
Show me what you got
you never know who is listening
So give it your best shot
Play for me

So I took my faithful Martin
Put her strap around my neck
I wanted to be elsewhere
But I already cashed their check
So chalk this to experience
When all is said and done
Playing for just one man
Beats an audience of none

And did I say he looked like Jesus
I fumbled with the cord
Was then the notion came to me
I was playing for the Lord
So my songs became confessions
And I had His full attention
Forget about those empty seats
I was playing for redemption

He said play for me
Show me what you got
You never know who is listening
So give it your best shot
Play for me

I closed my eyes and looked again
And every seat was taken
By guardian angels
And long lost friends
Old souls had re-awakened
I never felt so safe and loved
They warmed me to the core
And every time a song would end
They'd clap and shouted more

Well Murray
He ran off somewhere
In the middle of my set
But he channeled me a message
I will not forget
He said there were some other shows
Needing his review
But he promised to come back again
As soon as he was through

Until then
Play for me
Show me what you got
You never know who is listening
So give it your best shot
Play for me......

She Was Naked

Written By: Stuart Kabak

He arrived a little early
And found her door adjar
Her radio was blaring
She didn't hear the car
She didn't hear him knocking
Though he pounded out his best
And when he stepped into her life
She was delightfully undressed

He stared for a moment
And in a moment she was gone
Returning in a flurry
With a velvet robe half on
If there was shame or anger
She kept it very well
For all she did was smile and say
Next time try the bell

She was naked
On this they would agree
Revealing almost everything
A man would want to see
Including her sweet gentleness
And a quiet dignity
Everything he was looking for
In that awkward moment
He couldn't want her more

Later on that weekend
He flew in to catch her show
Hoping she would play for him
All her songs he didn't know
He listened very carefully
Thinking this is nice
I hardly even know her
And I've seen her naked twice

She sang songs about a river
Songs of growing old
Songs about a daughter
And how much love a heart can hold
He didn't see her birth marks
He didn't see her scars
Funny how you miss those things
When your eyes are full of stars

She was naked
On this they would agree
Revealing almost everything
A man would want to see
Including her sweet gentleness
And a quiet dignity
Everything he was looking for
In that joyful moment
He couldn't love her more

Mr. Leopard's Promise

Written By: Stuart Kabak

Mr. Leopard is an old toy cat
With mystical appeal
Sometimes he is human
Sometimes he is more than real
Never once the visitor
He's the quinticential host
Always there to be a friend
When you're needing one the most

Mr Leopard made a promise
Though I think he understood
My reasons for leaving
How none of them were any good
When your mom and I divided
With no remainder showing
She had come into her own
And said
It's time I'd be going

There are truths left unspoken
Of things
That never should be broken
Like toys or hearts or promises
Toys or hearts or promises

Mr. Leopard was compliant
And still I made him swear
To comfort and protect you
For all the times
I would not be there
And to serve as a reminder
Though he won't know
Where or when
Your dad will always love you
And will be with you again

By now he must be weary
How can he look the same
He listens to your prayers at night
And sometimes you will
Call my name
And somewhere on the interstate
I will feel a gentle chill
And promise to come back for you
Dear child some day I will
And when I lay me down to sleep
I pray thee Lord your soul to keep

There are truths left unspoken
Of things
That never should be broken
Like toys or hearts or promises
Toys or hearts or promises

Numbers

Written By: Stuart Kabak

I was running some deliveries
Down in Borro Park
The traffic was a blasphemy
It was late and getting dark
And I had to find a telephone
Call up information
There was no way I'd be on time
To my final destination

A siren pierced Tenth Avenue
As a spring gale took my list
So I casually wrote some numbers
On my arm above my wrist
And thinking nothing of it
With appointed rounds complete
I stopped into a diner
To have a bite to eat

Well the matron on the register
Reviewed me with alarm
Her eyes went wide with wonder
She kept staring at my arm
Then she called to me in German
Avram bist du das
Avram is that you
It was only then I noticed
Her numerical tatoo

There are numbers on a telephone
Numbers on a bet
Then there are the numbers
You never can forget

Well I said my name was Stuart
There must be some mistake
I was born an Anglo Saxon
She said this time God
Gave you a break
Of course you won't remember
It was 1942
You were then my only son
And like me you were a Jew

They brought us into Dachau
In the middle of the night
Not a word was spoken
As we marched in muted fright
They threw you in a boxcar
With some other boys and men
And despite all prayers
And promises
You were never seen again

Now demons never figure
In their frenzy for control
They can sometimes take your body
They can never reach your soul
And the numbers on your arm
Mein kinde
As far as I can tell
Are the same you wore
When they took you
Now you're back and looking well

Well I didn't want to argue
For her this was so real
I touched her hand
And walked away
Never got my meal
Driving home I mused
At last one could explain
Why I feel a rage inside me
When I see a child in pain
Why I question all authority
Why I shun the beaten path
Why I fear to loose the ones I love
Why I always hated math
And why sometimes I am selfish
While longing to be fair
Why the only Hebrew words I know
Are from the Mourner's Prayer

There are numbers on a telephone
Numbers on a lock
Numbers on a license plate
Numbers on a clock
Numbers on a credit card
Numbers to regret
Then there are the numbers
You never can forget
You never can forget
You never can forget........