Change The Fridge (Lightbulb Reunion)

This was sort of my plea for somebody to give me a grand piano.

Try to remember..
Ok. Let’s get this straight. You woke up to the dripping of cement? Then you turned on the dusty radio in your apartment and you heard “GllllickCRUNCHshrieeeeeek”? You mentioned something about a man with a straw neck who sucked the air from the lungs of the yellow-eyed elephant with his vacuum hands? Oh, so he wasn’t in the library? You don’t remember do you?
Hold on. Ok. Just. I don’t want you to overexert yourself. We can continue tomorrow. I thought I was on drugs. Off the record. A funny story. I was driving up the escalator in a hurry this morning to work. And can you believe how many packages of sulphuric dioxide I poured in my shoes? Ha-ha. Oh I am terrible.
Anyway, we’ll finish this tomorrow. Now, if you don’t mind I’m going to walk out into the shower and scream up into the warm nostrils of a Polish nun.
The mucus linoleum is fabulous this time of year. Ok take goodbye of yourself now.. I’m glad we did it.