Got Up This Morning
Sage Francis Lyrics


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Sage:
It's not that what we're doing is wrong
But let's try to keep this a secret
Between me, you, and the song
A menage a trois that sings to me
Sinfully
When god plays along
Jolie Holland:
What you want with a woman who won't do what you say?

Sage:
I was sweet on her
She was sweet on Jesus
We slept with a blanket barrier between us
Master of her craft, I had her laughin like hyenas
When I asked her if she'd marry an elitist
Staggering genius in lace
With the grace of a drunken monk
The mask isn't seamless cause her face says something's up
But I don't dare ask her I just listen
Switchin to my good ear and adjusting my position
As she discusses Ginsberg I listened and learned
As she dispersed his words I just resisted the urge to do like he would
Whatever he wanted, if she allowed me to
She dangled that carrot then asked me:
"What would Bukowski do?"
Oh don't go there
He'd make you his mom and then completely lie about it in a book later on

Jolie Holland:
Got up this morning
Didn't know right from wrong

Sage:
Spirits were lifted when she whispered something French in my ear
Tension was there
When I responded in English it sounded less sincere
The sex in the air couldn't be left alone
So welcome to the Terrordome
A bedroom full of pheromones
Where nothing that we say is set in stone
If I thought it was for posterity I'd already be writing better poems
But I'm talking in extremes
Best this and best that
Best not regret anything that ever gets said to this hell cat
Creepin on all fours
Ready for combat
With secretive wars sneaking her claws in our contract
Bending every which way but loose with no proof that anything that we've suggested to this day is the whole truth

Jolie Holland:
Got up this morning
Didn't know right from wrong

Sage:
I heard her chemical romance was a medical slowdance
Said my advance was sexual
Held my genitals with cold hands
Set up the Coke cans
Broke out the Red Ryder
Then one by one I tried to knock down everything that's dead inside her
She used to treat street dividers like a balance beam
Arms spread wider than the legs in her dad's magazine
Re-enacting the pages that she got trapped between
I used it for kindling and then spilled the gasoline
Now I'm your water boy
I fetch it from your cheeks just like tennis balls
Smell the stench of your weakness on the bedroom walls
Somebody careless let em vaporize
"Who let these fall to the floor from your poor vacant eyes?"
Disintegrate
This ain't a great first impression
But I work better on pages, they say words are my profession
Let me spell it out in simple language
Plain English
I want your suicide to be a book of mine that I never finish

Jolie Holland:
Got up this morning
Didn't know right from wrong





What you want with a woman who won't do what you say?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Sage Francis's song "Got Up This Morning" describe a secretive and complicated relationship between the singer and a woman, with Jolie Holland providing the chorus. The song is about the conflict between desire, sinfulness, and morality, with the singer questioning whether their actions are right or wrong. The singer knows that what they are doing is not entirely moral or acceptable, but they are drawn to the temptation of this secret relationship.


The lyrics describe the singer's feelings toward the woman, who he was initially "sweet on" but who was also "sweet on Jesus." Their physical intimacy is limited by a "blanket barrier," and they sleep side by side, resisting the urge to take things further until their pheromones take over. When they do, the singer's attention is entirely focused on her, even as she questions him with an "what would Bukowski do?" reference.


The lyrics evoke a sense of taboo and transgression, as the singer revels in the secret pleasures of their relationship. However, the chorus sung by Jolie Holland reminds us that there is a price to pay for this kind of behavior, and it is not always clear what is right or wrong.


Line by Line Meaning

It's not that what we're doing is wrong
Although what we're doing may not be right, we want to keep it a secret between the two of us and the song since it's a sinful menage a troi involving God.


But let's try to keep this a secret
We should make sure to keep our sinful rendezvous a secret from everyone else.


Between me, you, and the song
Only the two of us and the song should know about our illicit deeds.


A menage a trois that sings to me
God's participation in our sinful affair makes it a menage a trois that speaks to me.


Sinfully
Our sinful affair with God has a heavy sense of guilt and iniquity.


When god plays along
God's participation in our affair has been intense.


What you want with a woman who won't do what you say?
Why would you pursue a woman who won't comply with your demands?


I was sweet on her
I had developed a fondness for her.


She was sweet on Jesus
She held a special fondness for Jesus.


We slept with a blanket barrier between us
We maintained physical distance and had a barrier of a blanket between us when we slept together.


Master of her craft, I had her laughin like hyenas
I was expertly able to make her laugh and be joyful.


When I asked her if she'd marry an elitist
I queried if she would tie the knot with a person who is seen as snobbish or conceited.


Staggering genius in lace
She is an incredibly intelligent person who is sensitive.


With the grace of a drunken monk
She holds herself with a grace which is quirky and peculiar.


The mask isn't seamless cause her face says something's up
Her face is not concealing her true emotions and is hinting that she is holding something back.


But I don't dare ask her, I just listen
I don't have the courage to ask her what's on her mind and I decide to just listen to her.


Switchin to my good ear and adjusting my position
I pivot to hear her better and reposition myself to be more comfortable.


As she discusses Ginsberg I listened and learned
I intently listened and gained insights as she discussed Ginsberg's works.


As she dispersed his words I just resisted the urge to do like he would
As she explained his philosophies, I contained my curiosity to act like him.


Whatever he wanted, if she allowed me to
If she granted me permission, I would have done anything Ginsberg wanted me to.


She dangled that carrot then asked me:
She teased me with a potential reward and then asked me:


"What would Bukowski do?"
She asked me how Charles Bukowski would respond.


Oh don't go there
I don't want to even consider what Bukowski would do.


He'd make you his mom and then completely lie about it in a book later on
I imply that Bukowski is capable of absurd actions, such as taking a female as his mother and misrepresenting the event in one of his books.


Spirits were lifted when she whispered something French in my ear
I felt elated when she whispered something in French in my ear.


Tension was there
The atmosphere was tense between us.


When I responded in English it sounded less sincere
When I replied back in English it appeared less genuine.


The sex in the air couldn't be left alone
Despite the tense atmosphere, we couldn't resist indulging in sex.


So welcome to the Terrordome
The tense but sensual atmosphere felt like being in a dangerous, daring place.


A bedroom full of pheromones
There were many sexual scents and signals in the room.


Where nothing that we say is set in stone
We say things that may be open to interpretation and not always factual.


If I thought it was for posterity I'd already be writing better poems
If I believed our affair would have a lasting impact, I would be more creative in my poetry.


But I'm talking in extremes
I'm communicating in exaggerated terms.


Best this and best that
I'm using superlatives when describing our affair.


Best not regret anything that ever gets said to this hell cat
I suggest being very careful about what you say to this fiery, passionate lady, so that no regrets are felt later on.


Creepin on all fours
I'm being subtle and cautious.


Ready for combat
I'm prepared for potential arguments or confrontations.


With secretive wars sneaking her claws in our contract
There are clandestine conflicts that are uncertain but continuously affecting our agreement.


Bending every which way but loose with no proof that anything that we've suggested to this day is the whole truth
We have made suggestions or insinuations but with no evidence that proves the validity of our claims.


I heard her chemical romance was a medical slowdance
I heard that her romantic affairs are laced with chemicals that have a sedative effect.


Said my advance was sexual
She stated that my intentions were solely sexual.


Held my genitals with cold hands
She touched my penis indifferently and icily.


Set up the Coke cans
She established a setup of Coke cans to be knocked down.


Broke out the Red Ryder
She prepared to use the Red Ryder air rifle to knock down the cans.


Then one by one I tried to knock down everything that's dead inside her
I attempted to knock down her emotional and psychic imbalances one by one.


She used to treat street dividers like a balance beam
She used to walk or balance street dividers similarly to an exercise in gymnastics.


Arms spread wider than the legs in her dad's magazine
She used to balance with her arms wide open, which was wider than the legs of the women in her father's adult magazine collection.


Re-enacting the pages that she got trapped between
She emulated the positions of models or women that were featured in her father's mature magazine, which led to an unhealthy obsession and confinement.


I used it for kindling and then spilled the gasoline
I used her past obsessions as fuel for our affair, but it led to more chaos and instability.


Now I'm your water boy
I'm now the one who attends to her, like a water boy.


I fetch it from your cheeks just like tennis balls
I gather and collect tears from her eyes, like a ball boy who collects tennis balls.


Smell the stench of your weakness on the bedroom walls
I can smell a strong odor of her vulnerabilities and weaknesses permeating through the bedroom walls.


Somebody careless let em vaporize
Someone thoughtlessly allowed her weaknesses to slip away.


"Who let these fall to the floor from your poor vacant eyes?"
I asked rhetorically who allowed the tears and weakness to slip away from her.


Disintegrate
We are falling apart and disintegrating.


This ain't a great first impression
Our initial encounter might not have been a great one.


But I work better on pages, they say words are my profession
I think I'm better as a writer and within my profession, where words are my strength.


Let me spell it out in simple language
Let me make it easier for you to understand.


Plain English
In simple, unambiguous terms.


I want your suicide to be a book of mine that I never finish
I want you to commit suicide, and I'll turn it into a book that I'll never complete.


Got up this morning
I woke up this morning.


Didn't know right from wrong
I was unclear about what was the right thing to do.




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@jeffmarg1535

Still listening 15 years later

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@TacosTheMod

Sage Francis is a gentleman and a scholar.

@BonnieAWiggles

This is the first time I've seen Sage film clip, been listening to his art for near 6 years, what a fantastic geezer! And Buck 65 is in the clip! My two favourite artists. Hooray! So grateful for this honest, integral and beautiful poetry that gets shared. Goddess Bless.

@DS12210

😊 saw him live, opened for Rise Against in Winnipeg around '09

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