dreaming this gooey blue tuesday 'bout sonic session with green plastic in new york citay...win a busride, nestle under thom's armpit. tousle ed's hair, strum that beautiful guitar neck. play sorrow perfectly.

there's not much you can do with happiness. it's just there floating in bright pink. but blue takes you in and out purple, down to grey and eventually black. you can round the corner with a little green, to take some of the edge off.

sometimes you sulk, sometimes you burn