Nothing Is Real

 

Someone play that song by The Beatles

Where the chord progression gets weird

Something, something, strawberry fields

Then he says it all works out and I play along

Someone play that song by The Beatles

Where the chord progression gets weird

Something, something, strawberry fields

Then he says it all works out and I play along

Took me time to get what he means, but

Then I sat down one night and I deeped it

Still don't agree with nothing is real 'cause

Look at the God, man, nothing is realer

 

Come and see the guys, man

No music in the green room

I need peace of mind, man

That is the key to life

It took me time to realize that

The Doors said, "People are strange"

I started seeing why, man

 

Kafka wanted to be hard to define

I could define him right now

He thought too much, then he died

And that might happen to me

If I keep ignoring the signs

Then let's ignore it tonight

Then let's ignore it tonight

Then let's ignore it when—

 

Someone play that song by The Beatles

Where the chord progression gets weird

Something, something, strawberry fields

Then he says it all works out and I play along

Took me time to get what he means, but

Then I sat down one night and I deeped it

Still don't agree with nothing is real 'cause

Look at the God, man, nothing is realer

 

Too real for the fake, but—