my transformation of Dear Prudence
on Beatles White Album
Lennons lyrics through a bit distorted looking glass
still about (wrong kind of) meditation :
Mad Alice, will you stay in your cave?
Mad Alice, like the earliest grave?
The clouds are out
Our town is black
Your moon is white
This track leads back
Mad Alice, will you live anyway?
Mad Alice, close that magazine!
Mad Alice, truth lies in between...
The world is mad
Some owls can laugh
Your mouse is dead
on photograph
Mad Alice, will you realise you dream?!
Feel them near, near, near...
Hear them fear, fear, fear...
See them here!
Mad Alice, why we hear you moan?
Mad Alice, be a woman soon?
The sun will take
my glasses on [no, off]
So let us feel
more glad than tough
Mad Alice, don't you want another room?
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