do you remember when you could do anything you wanted to?
they said you were the greatest one of the finest girls at the college uptown
do you remember when you could say anything you wanted to say
they said you were the smartest one of the finest girls at the college uptown

hey hey do you remember when you stood in the yard
they said the world is right in front of your feet
and someday you’re gonna meet Mr. Marlon Brando,
live in a tango, build up a house of dreams
and count the daisies
do you remember when your eyes had a drain
there was a guy behind your lashes
showing all the pretty flashes of Humphrey Bogart eating his yoghurt
dining with Norma Jean

do you remember the first time you took a ride
on the vertigo pony made of Mahogany
waving to the ducks by the surrogate clown
uptown smashing your leather balls
into the rusty cans shooting rabbits and monkeys
feeding the donkeys
waiting for the days to be blemished in frown

hey hey do you remember when you stood in the aisle
between the rivers that you saw in your dreams,
the fainted flashes from kindergarten
swimming in bourbon chasing a big balloon
you looked so happy shooting the blind with blanks on medicine square
in the obituary rolling stone
a metropolitician met Joe DiMaggio
playing arpeggio from the great beyond

in the solitary home a woman’s talking through a phone
with a man who is selling dreams for people who never close their eyes
unless they try to sleep
in the solitary home by the TV all alone
her children left her years ago
and her husband sails a world of paper souls and silhouettes
when time hits the gravity nothing seems to measure up
the days, weeks, months, years filling her up

stuck in a commercial
hideous like a dying tiny little puppy
skinny to the bone
you bite the bullet twixt the cup and the lip in a monstrous town
where the jingles are fading
every time you try to change the channel
you tune in, drop out, trying to shout
but no one can hear their own voice when they dream

hey hey do you remember when you stood in the yard
I said the world is right in front of your feet
and someday you’re gonna meet mr. Marlon Brando
live in a tango, build up a house of dreams
and count the daisies
do you remember when your eyes had a drain
I was the guy behind your lashes
showing all the pretty flashes of Humphrey Bogart feeding you Yoghurt
from the great beyond




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Solitary Home song meanings
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