The Love-In

the link by Bettie Serveert

All I see is just a strange cat

howling at a perfect moon

and even if I wore the same hat

I couldn't be like you.

'Cause you, you don't wanna be here

and all you're ever gonna see here

is a pallet full of broke down tunes

in a silent room.

Down in sunny California,

no one really knows the way you feel.

But all the kids say they adore you

how it bores you, it's so unreal.

It makes you feel so small

'til you don't feel at all,

it makes you look for signs, secret signs.

Oh, tell me, operator,

did you get my call,

20 minutes later, it's gonna get us all.

Signs, secret signs.

Stupid information, never make the link,

phony adoration, but's it's never what you think.