Sunday, December 29, 2019

'Eskimo Blue Day' True Day


. . . The human name
Doesn't mean shit to a tree . . .

 . . . But the human crowd
Doesn't mean shit to a tree . . .

. . . The human dream
Doesn't mean shit to a tree . . .
 
"Eskimo Blue Day," Jefferson Airplane
 Grace Slick, Paul Kantner 1969

Be careful there. What's that? Easy now. Careful. Watch out. What is that? That's sharp. Careful! You're gonna hurt someone. It's dangerous. What the hell are you doing? Stop! That hurts! Please. What did I ever do to you? Who do you think you are? Don't. I'm begging you. Stop! That's excruciating. I'm warning you. Pleading. Ouch. This is unbearable. You're killing me. Where do you get off . . . 



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