I could hear their voices from the open yard,
babe-
Calling to each other like a television set, met,
Far away as dreams about the colors and the
Dawn,
And they said, 'We wannabe friends, Rei!
And aint it time we met?'
And I said, 'I was certain he had been
A friend of mine, man,re mi,
Then he turned around and said,
'I'll play roulette, you roll the dice''
And I said, 'I wanted to be friends with you, babe
So freak out, crazy, hard to get!'
But we never got it together,
Like Neil Young and the feathers...bird,
I said, 'He was the only man I actually desired'
Wow! But then Van Halen turns around
And jumps old 'Jump' on Jude...
Mom and apple pie-
And I said, 'I think 'spirit to spirit' relationships
Can be real!'
'Cause I got caught in a trance, in a sixties,
gas-ass *style oven, with porcelain finish,
And a black and white dot interior-
'turn it on' and 'turn it off'...and this is how I
Feel: I may not be as classy as my dahlink
Little sister!
They can 'SHUT UPPA DA FACE!!!'
In one minute of your time!
But 'Hey! Jude', she's cool! She's got a scab on
Her sisters' 'Pick-ets'...lines?
Anyway, 'friend to friend', stand there and tell
Lies to your face,
Then turn around and take off,
Like a shiny, new, Metallica, Suzuki motorbike,
Right down Ventura Highway!
And I have to clarify a 'longstanding, family
charade....' '...revoke and focus...' et al...
And concentrate on a terrible family deception,
Involving this kind of 'for now, I need to be-
Alone-'and 'do it, honey, do it!'
