I'm making records, my fans they can't wait
they write me letters and tell me I'm great
So I got me an office called 'records on the wall'
leave a message, maybe I'll call

Sweetest

nice to see you

a call is a call
and nothing more
it's a hope for a fantasy of fear
or a desire to be wanted that much
that I actually would (you hope)

and at times I might

but perhaps it is your turn
your turn to lay down and die
and be humbled upon the floor
call me and see if I answer
be I might the only one

who will answer to you any more

We starve-look
At one another
Short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation
Of moving paper fantasy
Listening for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes

Somewhere
Inside something there is a rush of
Greatness
Who knows what stands in front of
Our lives
I fashion my future on films in space
Silence
Tells me secretly
Everything
Everything

as it should be

and silence is what you have earned from me this more

to be here will break that briefly

for a moment

maybe more - but silence still it is like none

that has gone before

like none you have ever seen before

and if your soul is afeared of me

it is a soul wiser than most

while myself knows another way naught

and wonders if the human in you could reach me any more?

are you still free, can ya be?

freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose, Bobby

I LOVE the troggs,just found 3 of their 45's for $2 each including "wild thing" :)

I can't outrun it