I Could Hear Their Voices I could hear their voices from the open yard, babe- Calling to each other like a television set, met, Far away as dreams about the colors and the Dawn, And they said, "We wannabe friends, Rei! And aint it time we met?" And I said, "I was certain he had been A friend of mine, man,re mi, Then he turned around and said, "I'll play roulette, you roll the dice"" And I said, "I wanted to be friends with you, babe So freak out, crazy, hard to get!" But we never got it together, Like Neil Young and the feathers...bird, I said, "He was the only man I actually desired" Wow! But then Van Halen turns around And jumps old "Jump" on Jude... Mom and apple pie- And I said, "I think "spirit to spirit" relationships Can be real!" 'Cause I got caught in a trance, in a sixties, gas-a** *style oven, with porcelain finish, And a black and white dot interior- "turn it on" and "turn it off"...and this is how I Feel: I may not be as cla**y as my dahlink Little sister! They can "SHUT UPPA DA FACE!!!" In one minute of your time! But "Hey! Jude", she's cool! She's got a scab on Her sisters' "Pick-ets"...lines? Anyway, "friend to friend", stand there and tell Lies to your face, Then turn around and take off, Like a shiny, new, Metallica, Suzuki motorbike, Right down Ventura Highway! And I have to clarify a "longstanding, family charade...." "...revoke and focus..." et al... And concentrate on a terrible family deception, Involving this kind of "for now, I need to be- Alone-"and "do it, honey, do it!"