Sima Cunningham Liner Note
What a boon
Boredom is in a basement
Teeming rooms
Holding in what they meant
To say, using cold expressions
Heed their deep impressions
I don't wanna fake that
I just wanna give it up
To be but a liner note in Big Pink
A televised sell assaults
All my sense of
Needing not, feeding off
Unbaked dough, this love
Furls round my back
Hums into the black
I don't wanna fake that
I just wanna give it up
To be but a liner note in Big Pink
Gave my time
Swallowed all of your words down
Like you said
I'm a complete unknown now
But I believe in my song
Its the Gospel in me
I believe in the sweet that only time will let me see