Under the table and down in the pit with out plastic
potatoes and Joe-Joe the dove on the spit. On the
spoons you made rhythm; I whistled the blues cos
my throats been misused and my voice is a crack in
the tar. In the jar is a tablet they sent in the post,
with a pamphlet. With an order; "Take this when the
pain gets too much!" I confess I feel nothing at all . . .
I'm bored and you're bald, but I laughed when you
called me the snail. My red trail runs behind me.
I'm guilty, no secrets. You're not such a picture
yourself--but your brown eyes I know so very well.
They're sadder and wiser; We've finally been
through it all. Now our time's slowly ticking away.
Do you think there's a heaven? [ Backwards: I feel nothing at
all ]

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    General CommentOne of the best songs on The Golden Age. The music sometimes gets almost circus-like, which sharply contrasts with the dark message. It’s probably about feeling depressed, taking pills against the sadness and pain, then feeling empty or not feeling anything at all. Getting older and wiser, many things in life lose their magic.
    slow pulse boyon July 30, 2008   Link

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