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Don't you be Tarot-fied It's just a token of my extreme Don't you be Tarot-fied It's just a token of my extreme Don't you never try to look behind my eyes You don't wanna know what they have seen Don't you never try to look behind my eyes You don't wanna know what they have seen
JOE: (Thinking to himself)
Some people think That if they go too far They'll never get back To where the rest of them are I might be crazy But there's one thing I know You might be surprised At what you find out when ya go!
And thus, having rationalized his expedition to L. RON's modernistic office/cathedral/warehouse/condominium complex, JOE seeks The Answer to his problem . . .
JOE:
Oh, oh oh Mystical Advisor What is my problem, tell me Can you see?
L. RON HOOVER:
Well, you have nothing to fear, my son You are a latent appliance fetishist It appears to me!
JOE:
That all seems very, very strange I never craved a toaster Or a color TV
L. RON HOOVER:
A Latent Appliance Fetishist Is a person who refuses to admit to his or herself That sexual gratification can only be acheived Through the use of MACHINES . . . Get the picture?
JOE:
Are you telling me I should come out of the closet now Mr. Ron?
L. RON HOOVER:
No, my son! You must go into THE CLOSET
JOE:
What?
L. RON HOOVER:
And you will have A lot of fun! That's where they all live So if you want an Appliance to love you You'll have to go in there 'N get you one
JOE:
Well . . . that seems simple enough . . .
L. RON HOOVER:
Yes, but if you want a really GOOD one You'll have to learn a foreign language . . .
JOE:
German, for instance?
L. RON HOOVER:
That's right . . . A lot of really cute ones come from over there! (Fifty bucks, please)
And a cheerful group of Appliantologists dance into the room wearing aluminum foil lab smocks, lock arms in a circle around JOE, making sure that he pays in full, all the while singing with L. RON as he delivers his final instructions . . .
L. RON HOOVER:
If you been Mod-O-fied It's an illusion, an' yer in between Don't you be Tarot-fied It's just a lot of nothin' So what can it mean? If you been Mod-O-fied It's an illusion, an' yer in between Don't you be Tarot-fied It's just a lot of nothin' So what can it mean? (etc., etc., etc.)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
