he straightened the cheapframed
slip of paper that had Bill the Cat toastedblack on it
above his wildwhiskered bugeyed
frayed skull in heavy black letters it read
I’ve gone to look/for myself. If
I/should return/before I get back,/keep me here.
Yah he related
that pretty much says everything anyone could want to know about me Im
not like everyone else
Me an The Kinks Yacant work em out if you triedan I wouldnt let
ya Im happy as I amthank you
a naysayer he forgot where they were somewhere he didnt want to be escorting his
girl hed take a bullet for her the naysayer asked Certainly something would make you more happy
Yes
And that would be
Ya
leave me alone Attend to whats yours an
Ill attend to mine Im not greedy
Did
he just accuse me of being greedy NO Its
not greed You
lack ambition
You my motherinlaw HA You might want to correct yourselfyour lil ol
subjective self I may lack your ambitions not mine I wouldnt presume either that my ambitions
were yours Dont be so fuckin judgemental
Youll live longer
the naysayer leaned back away
he wasnt sure how to take Youll
live longer Did he just threaten me though he didnt ask
as he watched the machinations work
on the naysayer-better-not-play-pokers face he thought If I was him an thought I threatened
him Id ask
but
he wasnt much for assumptions
he
was direct not one for pussyfooting
around
too
much pussyfooting around
You have a fine evening man
Yes ah Thank
you he looked down at the groundthe
tile was ceramic he supposed thats what you say when youre dismissing someone
he looked up to get the last word
in but saw he was already across the room had a beautiful woman gently by the
elbow
as they talked he stroked his
beard
the naysayer was nonplussed
Are you mixing she asked
Like oil and water baby
Who
Him Redhead by the bar
Oh Him
Looks like you left him nonplussed
Yah Nonplussed for his pussyfooting
What
Remind me Ill tell you when we ride home We leaving soon
You got somewhere to be
Yah Somewhere other than here with you
You got something in mind
Baby When dont I
he slipped his hand from her elbow to her hipran his thumb on her
hipbone he sang quietly into her ear Hipbones
connected to the pubicbone pubicbones connected
to Heaven
You
dont believe in Heaven
I
believe in your Heaven
We
should go
We
should
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The Kinks I’m Not Like Everyone Else
