He Used To Cut The Grass
(专辑: Joe's Garage Acts I, II & III - 1979)
[Act III] [SCENE FIFTEEN] [HE USED TO CUT THE GRASS] [JOE: (to himself as he walks out of prison)] I'm out at last Boy, the
world sure looks different Wow... there's hardly anything fun to do Since they made music illegal But I'm hooked I
got the
habit I
got to have it I
need to play But theres no musicians anymore They're all gone Wait! I've got it! I'll be sullen and withdrawn I'll dwindle off into the
twilight realm Of my own secret thoughts I'll walk through the
parking lot In a
semi-catatonic state And dream of guitar notes To go with the
loading-zone announcements. JOE wanders through the
world which by then has been totally epoxied over, carefully organized, with everyone reporting daily to his or her appointed place in a
line somewhere in front of a
window somewhere in a
building somewhere in order to collect his or her welfare check, which, when cashed, made it possible for the
young ones to continue the
payments for the
obsolete and irreparable appliances their parents had purchased on the
installment plan years ago, providing as security the
future incomes of their children. The
rest of these checks were used by the
young recipients to buy fun things of their own on credit, most of which broke down or failed within moments of purchase and seemed to be stacking up everywhere. [CENTRAL SCRUTINEER:] The
White Zone is for loading or unloading only. If you gotta load or unload, go to the
White Zone. You'll love it. Its a
way of life. As JOE stumbles over mounds of dead consumer goods formed into abstract statues ded-icated to the
Quality of American Craftsmanship, dreaming his stupid little guitar notes, he hears, somewhere in the
back of his head, the
voice of MRS. BORG, taunting him: [Mrs. BORG'S VOICE:] Turn it down! Turn it down! I
have children sleeping here! Don't you boys know any nice songs? I m
calling the
police! I
did it! They'll be here... shortly! I
in not joking around anymore! You'll see now! There they are... they're coining! Just listen to that mess, would you! Every day this goes on around here! He used to cut my grass... He was a
very nice boy... He used to cut my grass... He was a
very nice boy... He used to cut my grass... He was a
very nice boy... He used to cut my grass... He was a
very nice boy... [CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER:] This is the
CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... Yes...he used to be a
nice boy. ..He used to cut the
grass.. .But now his mind is totally destroyed by music. Hes so crazy now he even believes that people are writing articles and reviews about his imaginary guitar notes, and so, continuing to dwindle in the
twilight realm of his own secret thoughts, he not only dreams imaginary guitar notes, but, to make matters worse, he dreams imaginary vocal parts to a
song about the
imaginary journalistic profession...