Wallflower Live

Six by six from wall to wall. Shutters on the windows, No light at all. Damp on the floor, you got damp in the Bed. They're trying to get you crazy, Get you out of your head. They feed you scraps, and they feed you lies. To lower your defenses, No compromise. There's nothing you can do, the day can be Long. Your mind is working overtime, Your body's not too strong. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. They put you in a box, so you can't Get hurt. Let your spirit stay unbroken, May you not be deterred. Hold on. You have gambled with your own life. You face the night alone. While the builders of the cages Sleep with bullets, bars and stone. They do not see the road to freedom That you build with flesh and bone. They take you out, And the light burns your eyes. To the talking room, It's no surprise. Loaded questions from clean white coats. Their eyes are all as hidden as their Hippocratic Oath. They tell you how to behave, Behavior's their guess. You want to resist them, You do your best. They take you to your limits, they take you Beyond. For all that they are doing, there's no way To respond. Hold on. Hold on. They put you in a box, so you can't Get hurt. Let your spirit stay unbroken, May you not be deterred. Hold on. You have gambled with your own life. You face the night alone. While the builders of the cages Sleep with bullets, bars and Stone. They do not see your road to freedom That you build with flesh and bone. Though you may disappear, you're not forgotten here. And I will say to you, "I will do what I can do." You may disappear, You're not forgotten here. And I will say to you, "I will do what I can do." I will do what I can do. I will do what I can do. I Will do what I can do. Thank you very much. So last time out, we, uh, we were doing The Scratch record, and we're just gonna do three Or I think four tracks from that. And the idea for that was a song swap Project. You do one of mine, I do one of Yours. But of course, herding up the songs has Been a little bit like herding cats, and a Little more difficult than expected. But there will be another record of the replies, Which will come out, um, At some point. When we get them. Or some of them, anyway. Um, but this is one of my favorites. Um, it was a very happy song in its Original, um, incarnation. But we stripped all the African blood out of It, and we're left with another miserable white man Song. It's called Boy in the Bubble.