An attempt to write like Syd Barret, and to sound as if the track came from Madcap Laughs or Opal.
Joel Beaupre solo effort. Words/Music/Recording.
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An impossible task, yes? It helps if you deliberately lose your place on the lyric sheet.
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Such a pretty pretty flower of the city used to come for hours just to be with the band. Then she met a guy with cash and she jumped so high. That we had to say goodbye bye pretty pretty flower of the city used to love the whole band. Now she loves a stackable washer and dryer but I'll always remember the way you wore your hair when the wind blew there. Ahhh. Guess my lonely sun is fun for a flower planted in asphalt. City sun burning brightly blue through the new hole in my mind. Still a good time Lilly no time left for such a silly thing as a band. Now there's always washing washing to be done. Did the sun wash out of your hair when the wind blew there? Ahhhh. How did you become a citizen?
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