Wannabes
Words and music by Jim Gilkeson
©Copyright, 2019, by Jim Gilkeson. All rights reserved.
 
 
 
 
 


Lyrics:
 (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

Reed: drums

Uffe: lead guitar and bass

Ria: vocals

Young stick,
what makes you tick?
Signifyin,' always tryin'
To make the magic scene
They got people on highs here,
people on lows
Highs and lows
And everything in between . . .

 
I guess your angels really get a kick out of you
Nobody knows you, nobody owns you
Or cares what you do
So do it all! Do it now!
Do it from your heart!
'Cause you never ever look as good
As you do when you're falling . . .  falling apart    
'Cause you never ever look as good
As you do when you're falling  . . .