A DESCENT INTO MADNESS WITH AN IMAGINARY FRIEND-#4 in Comedy
lyrics by Leo Barrer
Music by Leo & silverwood
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if dylan and jerry g. & frank sit down in a kitchen at woodstock and take a time machine, where they collide with robert hunter's dna.
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I wake in a house, inside an empty room
There is a knocking without, and a ticking within
It's alarming to recall the thoughts of another man
Lurking inside me, like a cushion of pins
chorus;
I call out, Frank, Frank,where are you Frank?
I need a comb and a packet of cigarettes
Frank, Frank, where are you Frank
And why are the lights so low and mysterious?
I set off every morning in search of my prison cell
I'm gonna pick the lock open and climb back on in
There's nothing more dangerous than wishes like fishes
They swim in an ocean, and ripple my skin
CHORUS
Frank Frank
The sky today is pretty, it's a pity I'm seeing it
Reflected upside down in the back of a spoon
People hang out washing, hangs out ,dries out comes inside
Sits in a draw, waiting to touch some skin
Frank, Frank, why are we waiting here
The cupboards are bare, and the dog took my bone
Frank ,Frank, I know you have the answers
I've given you the questions, lets tidy up and go home
Now I hop on the bus and I'm driving it southward
Sideways to hideaways, in the backwoods out of town
Picking up hitchhikers who all seem to know me
Call me Uncle Douglas ,and climb into my dressing gown
baba do de da do etc
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