the one N glen
met me back then
told me then
we’d meet again
by the barns and the hens
he held his beer by the neck
i gotta take this one beck
he said, what the heck
and we all went to town
hall in the ground
halling the world
making it go round
glen from winnetka
trying to find his place
in wilmette-ka
trying to find his race
card in a fret car
that’s a horse
you can bet of course
that james dean
would never come around
again if he thought the
stakes were too low
in the ground
to furrow the pounds
off the woman who sounds
like a sheep in the woods
that wilderness drowns
in the statues
in los angeles
making the rounds
the things we compound
the choices we make
the people do take
if you can replace
my eyes at the stake
i’ll tell him you owe him
i’ll tell him to drown
i’ll tell him it’s stolen
but that’s what makes the world go round
and round it goes
a cycle nobody knows
except glen from winnetka
and beck from the burbs
of chicago to blend
some heartaches to mend
some mail to send
to the one N glen
who said it to shit
and it did it to it
like one with a hole in
or a put upon shelf
if you want something done stolen
better do it yourself.
Glen from Winnetka, by Beck & Alyssa (w/ Brian)
