Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Let's get lyrical, lyrical: Ron Sexsmith - Imaginary Friends

Imaginary friends
They will always let you down

And when all the good times end

You won't be seeing them around


For they run where the action is

And they'll cross you off their list

Do you comprehend now

To imaginary friends
You don't exist
No

They'll ask you where you've been
But never wait for your reply

They'll meet you when your ship comes in

But never meet you eye to eye


As all the friends who've been real and true

Wonder who you're talkin' to
One thing you can depend on
Imaginary friends
They can't see you

No

You can paint them a beautiful picture
But they won't understand

You can count all your friends on the fingers
Of one scalded hand


Imaginary friends

They will always leave you hanging ...

And you won't see them again

For they've gone where the action is

And they've crossed you off their list

Do you comprehend now

Imaginary friends

They don't exist

No
Imaginary friends
They don't exist

No no no


I used to have an imaginary friend too. His name was Kundu. Kundu had beautiful smooth yellow skin and a coney head. My dad and mom tried to convince me that it was just a banana. But I refused to believe it. Cause Kundu taught me many things about life, including how to pull chicks and cheat at video games. Then about a month later, Kundu turned all black and mom proceeded to chuck him into a bin. I still wake up some nights screaming Kundu's name.

Ron Sexsmith - Imaginary Friends (from Retriever)

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