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!"