spinning (4:41)

(i had this little tape recorder. i used to go down to the coffee shop, record people, play it back later. was that wrong?)

you spun around, you turned me on,

you left me on, and then you left me here

spinning spinning

like an old jazz record, like a waring blender

on a merry go round in the galaxy

you spun around, you turned me on,

you left me on, and then you left me here

spinning spinning

(on a walk through the woods one day, i heard a bird that sounded just like charlie parker. i was amazed, but i didn’t have my recorder with me, so i just stood there and listened.)

like a cyclone storming, like a snail shell forming

on an orbiting ball round a yellow star

you spun around, you turned me on,

you left me on, and then you left me here

spinning spinning spinning spinning

(on the van ride home i was tired and sad. and then you reached across and you grabbed my hand and all my pain just flew away and i felt warm and held.)