#4: Tall Black Trees

From The Pearl EP. This song is a bit nutzo. A combination of a dream, some memories and an encounter with a poem by Ogden Nash. Tried to work all these things into a vision of life conspiring to give you fetters disguised as freedom.  

Riding down the street in my hometown goin' real fast, Pumping my legs like pistons but I can last, If I look to my left, if I look to my right I see trees, And never has a billboard been prettier, Prettier than these tall black trees. With my face on the billboard selling you what you need, Are you selling remedies?Do you got love problems? Broken hands guaranteed. Don't let this get to me, help me to be free, like those tall black trees. Call up the number that you get from the ad, Punch the phone with your fingers deliberately, contact me. When I pick up the phone try not to yell use some courtesy, Keep me on the phone and tell me what you've done, Days in the garden working in the hot hot sun, You went out and cut one down just for me, A Tall Black Tree.