CELLOPHANE SUMMER '75

weaving through tall grasses 'neath salt shaker stars they swim in soft panda black forever ness as we sing amateur renditions of Venus and Mars it's the summer of seventy five and none of us drive cars but we claim we are all right tonight the girls we could'a treated gently but we were so scared should'a been content with our....... stiff fingers trembling through flowing locks of blonde or brunette hair we all pretended we were....... all right tonight Donnas, Lindas and Julies rarely muttered a word just dragged along through our escapades still waiting like a White Album Blackbird ( Chorus ) in and outta misdemeanors was our proud middle names who would'a figured when the war ended we'd still slow burn down in fractured flames parents, poets and politicians still lookin' for some....... anything....... please....... looking for for somebody to blame ( Verses ) hitchin' or bumming rides the onlyest way to go tackle football in the church yard no coats, no pads, no helmets in twenty degree snow blitzed by twelve inch woofers encased in battle proof wooden cabinets while we suck and suck the deadly life outta our obligatory starter packs of....... downtown cigarettes sure we'd all live a long and healthy all right life then Andy in the Partridge painted school bus parked in his step father's side yard was sure to supply the finer smoke no need for anyone to be on guard ( Long Instrumental bBeak ) ( Bridge ) some days I head to Vintage Vinyl just to watch a real record spin dream back in time to ripping open static clinging cellophane shrouds to blind dive....... for peace and love....... or the sorcery within whether method actors or pawns nailed to a hidden lower rung we were long playing Fish Out Of Water Bohemian Rhapsodies and I swear us girls and boys baby we were Born To....... come Undun raspberry incense drops on grandma's reading lamp bulb watching it bubble, smelling it smolder....... our idea of sinister fun ( Chorus ) in and outta troubles shadow that Principle's Office violence could not tame show me a Holy wooden paddle and I'll show you a bulbous sweaty pink cartoon of a fella scurrying from a gentle rain while he's the wife beatin' coward attached to the handle or even the child at the bent over end both done gone or bound to have....... gone unclinically insane and all still imagining they are ....... all right tonight