VLVL II: "NOT TOO MEAN TO CRY" (36)

[lorentzen-nicklaus]

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Welcome back here on radio KCUF! 

During the commercials there was a caller from [cough]
Pynchon-list who asked whether we have an idea about 
song titles for Zoyd's dream album ... 

Now, how about "Things I miss the most" from the 
record we've heard a song of just before the break?

Oh, I understand, must be oldies:

Then perhaps "Somebody Done Took My Baby And Gone" by
Joey Gilmore? Yeah, Miami Soul, pretty hot -

But wait, now I seem to remember that "Transrealistic Shillum" 
[1967], with its weird 'acid-folk' guitar lines, is the vinyl 
Zoyd was playing again and again on his stereo during the 
hours of Prairie's birth ... So come on, Mr. Wheeler, do 
the Marty Balin, & make sure to do it the disconsolate way:   


The Summer had inhaled 
And held its breath too long,
The Winter looked the same,
As if it had never gone,
And through an open window,
Where no curtain hung,
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.

One begins to read between 
The pages of a look.
The shape of sleepy music,
And suddenly, you're hooked.
Through the rain upon the trees,
That kisses on the run.
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.

You came to stay and live my way,
Scatter my love like leaves in the wind.
You always say that you won't go away,
But I know what it always has been,
It always has been ...

A transparent dream 
Beneath an occasional sigh,
Most of the time,
I just let it go by.
Now I wish it hadn't begun.
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me. 

Strolling the hills,
Overlooking the shore,
I realize I've been here before.
The shadow in the mist 
Could have been anyone:
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.

Small things like reasons
Are put in a jar.
Whatever happened to wishes,
Wished on a star?
Was it just something 
That I made up for fun?
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me. 


Who's our next caller? KFL + 


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"Zoyd's dream album someday would be an anthology of torch songs for male
vocalist, called NOT TOO MEAN TO CRY. He had arrived in the recurring fantasy
at the point where he'd take advertising space, late at night on the Tube,
with a toll-free number flashing over little five-second samples of each tune,
not only to sell records but also on the chance that Frenesi, up late some 3:00
A.M. out of some warm Mr. Wonderful's bed, would happen to pop the Tube on,
maybe to chase the ghosts away, and there'd be Zoyd, at the keyboard in some 
outrageous full-color tux, someplace along the Vegas Strip, backed by a full 
house orchestra, and she'd know, as the titles scrolled by, 'Are You Lonesome 
Tonight,' 'One for My Baby,' 'Since I Fell for You,' that everyone of these
disconsolate oldies was all about her."


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