Wild Strawberries Hollywood
I got a picture of my friends and me Sitting outside Thistletown Laundry at night That looks like me between the Holly twins Singing hey ho this is your life And there's old Ruby and her worn out magazines And the guy we called Joe Cinnamon who's polishing his speech Hey it looks like Hollywood Hey it looks like Hollywood Joe married one of the Holly twins And they ran the local five and dime My mama told me that the other twin Got a teaching job at Thistletown High But me and Ruby and her worn out magazines Jumped a box car on the western line by ol' Cole Martin's stream Well me and Ruby had big plans Gonna' move to the city gonna' be larger than life Just like the girl beside the Marlboro man And the pretty lady in the Ivory ad Thistletown, Indiana is no place for me Give me miles and miles of neon signs and flashy magazines Me, I sold my camera for a string of beads And Ruby sold he mother's china figurines I got a picture of Ruby and me Selling candy bars at the Roxy The guy who took it called us calendar girls And he said someday he'd make us famous But me and Ruby never made no magazines All we got was just a cold recurrent broken bottle dream
