Lyrics

I. Piggy Comes a-Courtin'
Piggy Bizz comes calling on Lunatic Fringe, but unlike all the wolves that have come before trying to leaf through Miss Fringe's pages, this little Piggy came with a promise of marriage and light chocolates. Luna, unable to refuse a good "choky" or deny the new burning in her loins, steps out with Mr. Bizz for what she dreams is her future - heart filled with love and hope, head swimming with all the possibilities a good bizz can bring. As time passes, it becomes clear it is not to be: An all too brief honeymoon, a few more choice lies, and then Luna is stuck in the washroom or cooking dinner for a pig who hardly comes home (too "bizzie" chasing after the ever newer talent), leaving Luna alone to sing her songs of anguish and dismay.

II. Piggy Bizz Worms His Way Back In
Luna is still stinging from the last time Piggy came around with promises of care and attention. Piggy, using velvet tongue and well-rehearsed lies, convinces her that this time he means it and things will be different. Luna wants to believe - loneliness and abandonment had made her vulnerable. So, off to the kitchen to fix Piggy dinner and put his sneakers in the dryer. On her return, she finds her Piggy, her purse, and her self respect all gone.

III. Inspiration (Luna Takes a Walk)
Luna, kicking herself over Piggy ("Fool me twice......cunt!" she repeats through clenched teeth), finds herself standing in front of the Mayor's Mansion in the old neighborhood, where foreclosure signs hang like gallows. Memories start to flood back. Before Luna knew where she was, she had crossed Mid-Stage River, following the trail between Hobo Village and Bob's Pile. "No Bob? How odd!" she thought. Luna stands in front of, then inside the Crackytown Mission, where she is told of a bathroom, a beer truck, and a suicide. Back into the outside, tears leading the way....composure not come! Gentrification Heights has grown beyond all recognition, blocking off the short cut to Luna's past. Her youth pouring from her eyes, "The promise and the lies of old friends!" Luna runs home to write this song....

IV. Luna's Facetubespacepage
Luna Fringe
Forty-one
Female
Five foot eight
Present occupation: having fun
Looking for: validation
Modest ink and a passion for pink
Street-smart performance artist
Self-educated commentator
Dedicated life-long musician

Lately has learned the death of her childhood, but is inspired to press on with the terminally damned thing that has been lovingly squeezed out for the past thirteen years, entitled: "Probing For a Happy Ending As Seen Through the Poked Blind Eye"