Rob McClure, Kerry Butler & Alex Brightman - Ready Set, Not Yet

Look at this crib
In all of its glorious antiquary
Every curve and surface speaks to me
Saying pamper and spoil me
Sand me and oil me
Come on
I know to the untrained eye it's boring
But nothing's a chore when you're restoring
Apart from frustration, pain, and financial drain
It's fun!

Folks say Adam
Why do you polish your crib when you don't have a kid?
And even if you did have a kid
This crib is too precious for placing a baby inside it
So it simply exists to remind you
Your sense of perfection is just a reflection that
You are not mentally prepared to make room for a kid
Adam, why don't you live?
Adam, just make a start
Are you willing to take the next step?
Ready, set
Ready, set

Look at these jugs!
Amazingly glazed and terracotta-ery
I took some clay and made you pottery
The world will never wreck you
I'll protect you in a mother's embrace

Folks say, Barbara
Why can't you see that ceramics is
Simply a manifestation of motherly panic
By making a baby that's breakable
Aren't you creating a way of translating the
Terror of making maternal mistakes into clay
Hiding away so you don't have to face being a bad mom



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