Barcelona.spain.portland.oregon.2003
There's a book by salman rushdie... called fury... it starts and ends with characters 'bouncing very well'...i steal a lot from mr rushdie... it was a whirlwind time of a new girlfriend... a new war... touring with das in europe... and cotton candy oysters at maison blanc in paris and shmeeze filled joy at the slaughtered lamb in barcelona [unfortunately the mcfadden dousing himself in absinthe and catching fire in the ramblas incident came too late for this song]...in the end we did get married in a shack by the sea and had octopus cocktails and babies...
I've got a box full of pictures and trinkets
That start to make noise when I'm lying in bed
Overexposed to inanimate thinking
I'd like to think that it's all in my head
In my head
I had a dream, you sat on the table
Questioning me while I'm tied to a chair
Sleep deprivation and sexual torture
It's nice to know that Americans care
I am bouncing
I am bouncing very well
I know a buddha with rosary rings for a crown
He sits silently staring for most of the week
I need to tell him he's got to quit coming around
I'm getting tired of waiting for prophets to speak
I've got a postcard of Spanish cathedrals
Dwarfed by a statue painted bright orange by Miró
Magazine covers proudly presenting
The Beatles in languages I'll never know
I am bouncing
I am bouncing very well
I am bouncing higher and higher
Come take my hand, baby
We could get married
We could have babies and
Live in a shack by the sea
Fresh cut flowers and
Octopus cocktails
Just close your eyes
It's easy to see
We are bouncing
We are bouncing very well
We are bouncing higher and higher
