Wall to wall carpet on 50,000 eggs
Learned to levitate I’ve got artificial legs
Sitting on the ceiling
trying to guess the true name of
This strange and twisted need
that for now we’re calling love
This is how small you are
Anyone can do this but you’re not just anyone
You’re the daddy of the daughter
of your father’s mom’s grandson
You can hear the past laughing
at catastrophes to come
We can see you’re cold and lonely
and we’ve only just begun
supported by 4 fans who also own “How Small You Are”
It's the essence of TMJ to follow up a smart song about the need to forge new memories with a killer that grooves on everything great and awful about the 1970s. Brash, confident, and deeply pleasurable -- and its vibe is punctured by the new old b-side's warning "living backwards in time/losing your mind." As always, TMJ has it all ways, beautifully. Alan S