I want to listen to Lana Del Ray all day
And the Bee Gees most of the night;
Or is it the other way around?
I never get music right.
I know the coolest music that no one else knows,
But that’s useless; what’s the point of an unknown rose?
You can’t win when it comes to unknown roses—
Or other people’s eyes, or other people’s noses;
Something about good taste and something about a bad smell
Interferes with sight, so we don’t see very well.
To protect ourselves, we close our eyes on the back of the bus,
But when we get there, we open them—and everyone’s laughing at us.
I walk downstage to the music of the Bee Gees,
Vanquished by trivia! The aromas of teas…
