@[Diderik:33655] "Your a holiday!" Was a popular term used in the 50s/60s to compliment someone on their all around. For example, not only are they beautiful, but they are fun and kind too ... just an all around "holiday".
I think your first comment is closer to being accurate. The singer/song writers state "Millions of eyes can see, yet why am i so blind!? When the someone else is me, its unkind its unkind". I believe hes referring to the girl toying with him and using him. He wants something deeper with her, thats why he allows himself to be as a puppet (even though for her fun and games) as long as it makes her happy. But he knows deep down that she doesnt really want to be serious with him and thats what makes him.
You see, I've this friend
Who doesn't exist
He takes strides all in time
With the watch on his wrist
And I only speak 'cos he compels me to
It's much like the voice
That lives in my sleep
Painting X's on dreams
That I'd like to keep
But I'd rather not mention that they all feature you
La, da, da ,da
La, da, da, da
Maybe I'm not right between my ears
But crazy's just crazy, so it makes me not an ounce less sincere
But I've a notion that you're this way too
So let's be together in a white padded room
And make lovely machines of our twisted up levers and gears
Da, da, da da
Sometimes I send letters
From my fireplace
Yeah, I set them aglow
Watch them burn into space
As they all float softly away from me
They're all addressed
To the blackest of skies
And I ask them to pour
On all but you and I
So we'd huddle dry underneath the same tree
Da, da, da ,da
Da, da, da, da
Maybe I'm not right between my ears
But crazy's just crazy, so it makes me not an ounce less sincere
But I've a notion that you're this way too
So let's be together in a white padded room
And make lovely machines of twisted up levers and gears
Da, da, da,da
But my soul's got a voice
And a black telephone
And it calls me at night
When I am alone
And it's ranting and raving in languages I can't speak
And if everyone thought
All their thoughts right aloud
Would we all be locked up
And never let out?
I'm convinced it's not only me
Maybe I'm not right between my ears
But crazy's just crazy, so it makes me not an ounce less sincere
But I've a notion that you're this way too
So let's be together in a white padded room
And make lovely machines of our twisted up levers and gears
La, da, da, da
da, da, da, da
da, da, da, da
da, da, da...
Who doesn't exist
He takes strides all in time
With the watch on his wrist
And I only speak 'cos he compels me to
It's much like the voice
That lives in my sleep
Painting X's on dreams
That I'd like to keep
But I'd rather not mention that they all feature you
La, da, da ,da
La, da, da, da
Maybe I'm not right between my ears
But crazy's just crazy, so it makes me not an ounce less sincere
But I've a notion that you're this way too
So let's be together in a white padded room
And make lovely machines of our twisted up levers and gears
Da, da, da da
Sometimes I send letters
From my fireplace
Yeah, I set them aglow
Watch them burn into space
As they all float softly away from me
They're all addressed
To the blackest of skies
And I ask them to pour
On all but you and I
So we'd huddle dry underneath the same tree
Da, da, da ,da
Da, da, da, da
Maybe I'm not right between my ears
But crazy's just crazy, so it makes me not an ounce less sincere
But I've a notion that you're this way too
So let's be together in a white padded room
And make lovely machines of twisted up levers and gears
Da, da, da,da
But my soul's got a voice
And a black telephone
And it calls me at night
When I am alone
And it's ranting and raving in languages I can't speak
And if everyone thought
All their thoughts right aloud
Would we all be locked up
And never let out?
I'm convinced it's not only me
Maybe I'm not right between my ears
But crazy's just crazy, so it makes me not an ounce less sincere
But I've a notion that you're this way too
So let's be together in a white padded room
And make lovely machines of our twisted up levers and gears
La, da, da, da
da, da, da, da
da, da, da, da
da, da, da...
Lyrics submitted by demolitionlover4
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