Lyrics If Not Now, Whenever - The Books

If Not Now, Whenever

Can we talk some more?
I don’t know
I don’t either
Monday.
January
Independent!
I’d like to go home and go to sleep
I’d like to go home and go to sleep
And you’re running down
And you’re running down
And your head is made of clouds
But your feet are made of ground
And you’re running down
You are cursed with a curse
If you work very hard, my boy, someday you may become, er… women
Ceçi n’est pas une pipe
Yeah!
How are you doing today?
I’m not doing ok
I’ve got a cramp in my left arm
Change me, change me
And I feel like hell
Well why don’t you go home to bed?
Seven
And you’re running down
And you’re running down
And your head is made of clouds, but your feet are made of ground
And you’re running down
And crash!
The angel of death!
I am the angel of death
I am the angel of death
January
Our nation is drifting
Strange situation!
Monday
I wonder if I could?
Of course you can
I don’t know
True
I have tried
Will you try still harder now?
The situation there is too confused
What’s he talking about?
I will try to
What?
Me?
No. We need you, for a long long long moment all was silent,
you make it sound as though I would be a…, it must have been a terrible time,
Do not go, is it really you, I have only one passion, yes father,
what was his name again, I don’t understand, it is he, thank you, of course,
no father, well thank you, very well, the situation there is too confused,
what is this, what’s he talking about What?
Me?
No. We need you,
you make it sound as though I would be a… it must have been a terrible time,
Do not go, the tears streamed out of my eyes, we have done everything,
in every sense of the word, heh, so you’ve said and so you’ve done,
there are three… no four books, why not, please, yes I see, you’ve phrased
that very well
Ah, books.
Yes, yes that’s true
The books.
I can’t find the books, they must be in La Jolla
And your head is made of clouds, but your feet are made of ground
And you’re running down
I had stayed up for 46 hours in a row
Yeah!