Lyrics

WMF: We almost through? FZ: Why, don't you like to make records? WMF: [long pause] Uh . . . yes . . . but I been under strain lately . . . uh, unexplainable strain, y'know, I'm nervous lately . . FZ: Larry, you were telling me about some songs that you did where your voice changes a lot? WMF: My voice does some weird changes when I was younger but I mean like I told you Frank I told you this the year (?????????) I'm only in it for the money. But don't forget, Frank, despite how happy I was in '61 and '62 I was committed to back-to-back mental institutions—I was raised with the fact that I was crazy, I was raised with the fact that I had to sleep with old men who pissed and shit in the floor, I was raised that you're crazy, you'll always be crazy and I never dug that—I can't be happy anymore when I sing, that's the main reason, the fucking bastards, they're all fucking bastards, Frank! Are you ready for that? I'm trying to get myself back to where I was in '61 and '62 if I can— FZ: Start by smiling WMF: This isn't '61 or '62, Frank, it's '68. [sings] In the year of 1968, have I made a mistake? Yes, yes. No, no. Yes, yes. No, no. Yes, yes! No, no! Yes! yes! NO! NO! YES! NO! Yes yes yes, no no no, yes yes? Please, yes! No. Yes yes. No no no no no no no. They're fighting each other, it's like a disease, Frank! [sighs] [long pause] FZ: Wanna take a break? [long pause] WMF: [trailing off into the background] . . . You've got me thinkin' about the past, Frank . .