This dream,
Was about larry and i starting a new band.
we were in this old house,
the person who was moving moving
had hada drawer full
Of used pipes,
We had a hard time
Get the mikrophone working
And i could only sing
A few words at a time
Before i had to rest.
And then i just started sing speaking.
‘Sometimes I run away
Spinning, stumbing,
Falling down
Looking round
‘I find it hard to be mellow.’
And then i keep going
In that pattern rattling off
Moving images
And things,
nervous acts,
And thoughts
And repeat the chorus.
‘i find it hard to be mellow’
Smyon-Pa 