Everything changes you as you listen to it,
Whether the music is good or bad.
A music or a speech has something going for it
Even if it makes no sense, and drives you mad.
Madness improves the economy—mad, you will dare
To do all kinds of things.
Cures are sought, love is made, things are bought—if you care.
The best entertainer half-talks, half-sings.
You think I have bad musical taste,
Or don’t like something I said?
What can you do about it? What do I care?
I put myself in your head.
I will stay there—and now you are thinking of me.
It’s what we want to remove that we think about the most.
How can one person change the universe? You have to let it be.
No one knows what you are thinking. You don’t boast.
I’ve noticed what is popular is exactly what you hate.
You and the universe are at odds,
It’s the sensitive person’s fate.
Darling, do you remember when we took time
And leisurely lay in each other’s arms, and let a whole Beethoven piece play?
When we loved? When I wrote about you in rhyme?
That was bliss. That was us. And it simply faded away.
