Songs for Drella Page #4

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I thought you were self-assured

when you acted shy

Hello it's me

I really miss you,

I really miss your mind

I haven't heard ideas like that

in such a long, long time

I loved to watch you draw

and watch you paint

But when I saw you last

I turned away

When Billy Name was sick

and locked up in his room

You asked me for some 'speed'

I though it was for you

I'm sorry if I doubted your good heart

Things always seem to end

before they start

Hello it's me

that was a great gallery show

Your cow wallpaper and

your floating silver pillows

I wish I paid more attention

when they laughed at you

Hello it's me

"Pop goes pop artist,"

the headline said

"Is shooting a put-on,

is Warhol really dead?"

You get less time

for stealing a car

I remember thinking as I heard

my own record in a bar

They really hated you,

now all that's changed

But I have some resentments

that can never be unmade

You hit me where it hurts

and I didn't laugh

Your Diaries are not a worthy epitaph

Oh well now Andy -

guess we've got to go

I wish some way somehow

you like this little show

I know it's late in coming

but it's the only way I know

Goodnight, Andy

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