From the recording Since 1957
Lyrics
If you were born about nineteen-fifty seven Consider this song as your ownGrowing up playing cowboys and IndiansAmid cold wars and landings on the MoonMetallic blue Mercury convertibleRealistic coon-skin capWe walked with our arms locked togetherA force nobody could stopWe laughed at Lucy and RicThe Magic Kingdom at our fingertips And we don’t deny It took a puff from the hookah To exhale change from our breath It was such a philanthropist’s daydreamPeddling on beggars wheelsRecanting the voice of neurosisReciting an Isakov songDamn these intrusionsI am loving these sconesI am buoyant and it’s natural Doing this alone The surgery was cruel and intrusiveIt was something that I needed quickThe adjustments weren’t workingThe impulses were strongI faced it alone The missionaries were stowing their luggageGathered in prayer on the tarmac I guess that I was looking needyAs one of them came over to talk He said “Come with us into the jungle, That is where you are needed the most Some of us are boundSuffering in silence,Among the minions’ of God And, I wish I had never ignored themAs I started out on my business tripI am going to Hong KongOr is it to TokyoI’m out over the oceanI’ve realized I was wrong The surgery was cruel and intrusiveIt was something that I needed quickThe adjustments weren’t workingThe impulses were strongI faced it aloneI am happy alone I am luckier aloneReminiscing in the silence I am loving your scones Among the minions of God Among the minions of God Superstitious and defiantConsciousness bentIntellectually stunted Emotionally complexUnabashedly profaneWithout logical defenseIncorrigibly corrupted Since nineteen-fifty-seven