Lucy D is the type of tune he was spooling out

pretty much right along. For songs like these, he

often composed the melody and lyrics on the fly, as he

free-sang along with his looping "track" (you can tell

from a "flub" that he was lamenting about

Chelsea D for a while). A song like this could

fall together with head-spinning speed.





We spent a fair amount of time trying to soften

the unfortunate snare sound he used; this was

as far as we got. Given the limitations of a one-track

recording, you can’t always heavily manipulate one

sound without introducing distortions elsewhere —

in this case, the vocal.





He never went any further with this tune, leaving

Lucy D to wait in the low-hope holding room along with

a little crowd of other spontaneous one-take characters:

spurned lovers, careless hearts, treacherous party-girls,

post-apocalyptic wanderers ….and the occasional

earnest poet.









Lucy D

Walter Becker

© 2018 Zeon Music LLC





Scoping out the street for my heart’s desire

Bust out burning like a house on fire

Baby oh baby, come and go with me





Breaking out the whack for my beatnik queen

Urchin in the back of a limousine

Trouble, sweet trouble coming down on me

I got trouble, big trouble with my Lucy D





Hears about a party but you never know

Where’s it gonna go tonight

Painted ladies in a pony shack

Kamikaze with a hemlocked back

Buddy, somebody come and rescue me

I got trouble, big trouble with my Lucy D





Fellow at the bar says do you win

It’s deja vu baby all over again

Buddy, yo bubba it’s a travesty





Every little tale that you told before

You and what army, what world, what war

Fraternizing with the enemy

I got trouble, big trouble with my Chelsea {sic} Lucy D





Broken hearts stretching in a bloody line

All the way from hell and gone

Such a pity you can not relate

One true story in its natural state





Buddy, oh buddy, can you cover me

I got trouble, big trouble with my Lucy D