Podcast: Play in new window | Download
LYRICS:
WORMS! WORMS! WORMS! WORMS! WORMS! WORMS! WORMS! WORMS! WORMS!
Yeah…Her landlord didn’t find her ’til five days later, I think.
And….Oh man! Well, you know….
…Kitties gotta eat.
It’s very intimidating when you first
decide to share your work with the world
and not know how it’s going to be received.
Like a message in a bottle.
Yeah, it is, man. You throw it out there.
Did I tell you I did a message in a bottle when I was a kid?
Threw it in the lake?
No!
Yeah. My dad and I did it together.
It was my idea but my dad helped me write it
because I was 7 or 8.
And we said “If anybody finds this, please write
me a letter.”
We put our home address.
And threw it in Lake Erie.
And about three weeks later we got a letter
from someone in Buffalo who found it.
I love the sound of my own voice.
Even though I think I sound
like a stoned surfer,
and I’m neither…
Stuffin’ a bottle of hope into the squirrel….
…BipperTronix…
It was in the lobby of the World Trade Center
and I was with this girl….
….Plush velvet seats
and a coffee bar and everything….
He got, like, really weird and he disappeared.
He was gonna throw the breaker on the whole thing!
I think he had a mental breakdown!
I had to talk him down.
I literally had to talk him down
to not do it, man.
And then he really wasn’t the same
after that for a while.
It was really weird.
It was the sitar music.
Robert Fripp was just playing in a place of business
the biggest office building in the world, in the lobby.
You can’t expect everyone to shut up for 45 minutes.
The wheels of industry can’t grind to a halt
(just) because someone’s playing ambient music….
Worms.
Worms.
WORMS! WORMS! WORMS! WORMS! WORMS! WORMS! WORMS! WORMS! WORMS!