Maybe Some Other Day
I can exit this merry-go-round by leaping off the carousel horse. I can jump from the float and leave the parade. I can pull out the nails and climb down from the prow. But not today. The mechanical horse needs the rider to spur it. The drab little float needs the prom queen to adorn it. The wind-blown schooner needs the figurehead to guide it.
Parched
He should have let someone know that he was afraid of heights.
DJ SPIN-Chromatic
People come up to me and say, "Hey, didn't I see you last night?" And I reply, "If you were on the dance floor at Bossa Nova then, yeah, that was me up on stage scratching and scribbling." Girls fall in love with me. Guys want to be me. Obviously.