electrical banana

funny verse of song, who knows what the hell donovan meant,
but i've got my guesses. all nasty, i'd bet. but who knows.
a homeric grammarian once said,
"let the trails lead to nowhere,
yet nowhere leads to my heart..."

homeric grammarians suck! they're dead, man.
they don't exist anymore. and anyone who thinks
they're a homeric gram arian is dead, man.

i bet you think this blog is about you,
but you've never been to saragota or nova scotia,
so don't bother psychoanalying it.
you're dead and in the water, floating fishhead.

who the hell is she talking about anyway?
i think dick knows, but i know he's not telling.
he promised after all.
he's not dead, though.

steamboat willy's dead. waaaay dead, too.
his companion dead shortly after.
it saddned me to no end. i'd had them for years.

and ramirez? he lived for centuries
until his head was gone. he went out ofh is mind.
and now? nothing to say .

jackie d. -- finally spotted you at a glance, where'd you be?
you be on different shifts.
we kept missing you. oh well the pattern
was broken.

i swear i shot no one! ot even deputy dog!
raging fool, come to my door and sniffs
around, useless 'coonhound.

slip away now, go and find out
who was the werewolve, who was vain,
who was there and who wasn't.
ah, michael stipe come to me soon.