6. Behöver jag förklara mig eller ska vi ta en medley?

She asks me why. I'm just a hairy guy. I'm hairy noon and night.Hair that's a fright. I'm hairy high and low. Don't ask me why, don't know! It's not for lack of break, like the Grateful Dead…Darling..Gimme head with hair! Long beautiful hair! Shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen! Oh Donna oh oh Donna oh oh oh Looking for my Donna! Harmony and understanding, sympathy and trust abounding..No more falsehoods or derisions.Golden living dreams of visions!Mystic crystal revalation! And the mind's true liberation..Aquarius! Aquarius! I got life, mother. I got laughs, sister. I got freedom, brother. I got good times, man. I got crazy ways, daughter. I got million-dollar charm, cousin. I got headaches and toothaches and bad times too like you….I got my hair I got my head I got my brains I got my ears I got my eyes I got my nose I got my mouth I got my teeth I got my tongue I got my chin I got….Hare Krishna Hare Krishna! Krishna Krishna Hare Hare! Hare Rama Hare Rame! Rama Rama Hare Hare! Well, my momma calls 'em lilies. I call 'em Piccadillies. My daddy warns me stay away. I say come on out and play. White boys are so groovy. White boys are so tough.Every time that they're near me, I just can't get enough!
We starve-look at one another. Short of breath walking proudly in our winter coats. Wearing smells from laboratories,facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy. Listening for the new told lies with supreme visions of lonely tunes….And I'm a genius genius. I believe in God and I believe that God believes in Claude.That's me, that's me, that's me
Let the sunshine in!

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February 2011