Words and music by Jim Gilkeson
©Copyright, 2019, by Jim Gilkeson. All rights reserved.
(I used to) sleep with Joni Mitchell / Now I sleep with you / But there’s really no comparison / ‘Cause only one is true / I used to sleep with Joni Mitchell / Singing in my ear / Speakers by my pillow / Her picture was on my mirror / We went to mountains / Went to seagulls / Went to questions / that had no answers / I was living in a certain fantasy / And I landed in the Land of the Wannabes.
(Used to eat) Lunch with William Burroughs / When I was just nineteen / But I never understood him / I was way too green / Lunch with William Burroughs / In my Lawrence, Kansas room / Trying so hard to drop out / Of the life I was born into / I thought about needles / Thought about guns / Thought about other Bohemian ways / of having fun / I was living in a certain fantasy / And I landed in the Land of the Wannabes.
That’s a pretty nice chain / You got around your neck, / And you’re livin’ in your car / and you’re passin' those bad, bad checks / And you've changed your name ten times, / So I guess you need the cover /And you never take off your disguise, / Not even for your lover! / So dress up, dress down / They’re never gonna know you anyway / Back in your home town / Watch out for the nudists, and the foodists, and the part-time Buddhists / Who have all seen the light / And the holy smoke and mirrors / And the marketing potential. . . / Of the ideal life!
(I used to) sleep with Joni Mitchell / Now I sleep with you / But there’s really no comparison / Only one is true / I used to sleep with Joni Mitchell / I used to sleep with Joni Mitchell / I used to sleep with Joni Mitchell
Do Native Subcontinent Hindus and Native Americans cringe when Euro-Americans take on Sanskrit names, or say, “Aho!”? There are all kinds of ways to “play Indian.” I have heard them called “pretendians,” or “wannabes.” This song began with cringing at some of my own wannabe episodes.
Jim: vocals, ac. guitar
Uffe: lead guitar and bass