Typing letters to the dead
Late at night on a closed piano lid
She circles past She fills your glass
But she don’t recognise the song
And once in a life time she says
“The waking life
Stitched together in your head
Well, what if it’s only worth
The bundle of nerves it’s written on?”
And I don’t need these arms anymore
I don’t need this heart, now to love
I don’t need this skin and bones
At all
There’s a way you’ve always known her
Telephone between her cheek and her shoulder
And eyes like crystal balls
That just won’t shutup
About the future of the future
Ramona was a waitress
All but made of information
In a bar under the third bridge
She says she’s looking forward
To living forever
And I won’t need these arms anymore
I won’t need this heart, not alone
I won’t need this skin and bones
At all
At all, at all, at all, at all, at all
Ramona was a waitress x 3
Late at night on a closed piano lid
She circles past She fills your glass
But she don’t recognise the song
And once in a life time she says
“The waking life
Stitched together in your head
Well, what if it’s only worth
The bundle of nerves it’s written on?”
And I don’t need these arms anymore
I don’t need this heart, now to love
I don’t need this skin and bones
At all
There’s a way you’ve always known her
Telephone between her cheek and her shoulder
And eyes like crystal balls
That just won’t shutup
About the future of the future
Ramona was a waitress
All but made of information
In a bar under the third bridge
She says she’s looking forward
To living forever
And I won’t need these arms anymore
I won’t need this heart, not alone
I won’t need this skin and bones
At all
At all, at all, at all, at all, at all
Ramona was a waitress x 3
Lyrics submitted by EmotionSickness13, edited by NegativeSteve
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From the mouth of Mr Dempsey from a Jmag interview: "So this guy walks into a bar... and he sits down to have a stiff drink and he gets locked in conversation with this waitress who is actually like a 'human version 2.0' or something like that, and they start talking about love and life and death and all sorts of serious crap, except the conversation kinda starts to fall apart a bit because he's really neurotic and worried about mortality and the meaning of life etc. and she just isn't really on the same wavelength because she's like a semi-artifical intelligence in a semi-biological body and she just kinda 'upgrades' and never really has to die and... I don't know what it means but it feels right to me."