sometimes you can wrap your brain around a tune even if you only have half a brain hanging out of half a head that was shot off in some violent confrontation…

this is that tune.

My best friend can do anything
It’s true
My best friend will say everything
To you
‘Cuz she can, she can

She pours her thoughts into a bowl
Loves him…
She’ll spill it over in the bowl
For you
‘Cuz she can, she can

She can, she can, she can, she can
She can, she can, she can, she can

A twin sun rising
Out tonight
She says come into my
Suitcase

Well there’s donkeys and elephants and chimpanzees
Made out of styrophoam (sp?)
To make you feel at home

But it’s just not the real thing
It’s just not the real thing
She says…

My best friend changes all the time
That’s her
And she can, she can

She can, she can, she can, she can
She can, she can, she can, she can
She can, she can, she can, she can
She can, she can, she can, she can

WARNING: the first half of this cut is very free form and will scratch you… The second half is a lushly plaintive exploration of the songs title Sad Life and worth every scratch the first half does to your psyche.

Simple Sax, Bass & Percussion – Sad Life from the album Sad Life Ivo Perelman