Gamelan (Marcell Julia)

Mighty screen light, tell me, tell me Is there something I should know Seven seasons of this sorrow Of this misery, in the row Hold my head high, stand on tiptoes All my favorite people lie Let's go places they don't go Let's have a fever burn us bright Hardly, hardly Feeling better All my nurses fill their papers Could be deadly, maybe not All my doctors scratch their heads off Why don't I like what I've got I don't know what I want, but I want it now Mighty screen light, all my poets Drink a lot and play pretend Give me more of this and promise It's not forever, or be damned Hardly, hardly Feeling better All my nurses fill their papers Could be deadly, maybe not All the doctors scratch their heads off Why don't I like what I've got I don't know what I want, but I want it now