'I've forgotten how long I've been sitting here
Watching my reflection in a disappearing beer
The loneliness is so thick you can slice it
The emptiness is too much for me to fight it
And while tomorrow must be met, it seems
That life's become a jewel that dimly gleams
From its perch atop a ring that's slightly out of round
Casting the reflection of a crying clown.'
Watching my reflection in a disappearing beer
The loneliness is so thick you can slice it
The emptiness is too much for me to fight it
And while tomorrow must be met, it seems
That life's become a jewel that dimly gleams
From its perch atop a ring that's slightly out of round
Casting the reflection of a crying clown.'
A real discovery this afternoon. Michael Nesmith (of course the bobble headed one in The Monkees whose mother discovered Tippex), and his wonderful 1972 album And the Hits Just Keep Comin'. I recommend it wholeheartedly and am looking for ways to purchase a vinyl copy for myself. This is the opening track.
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