At Daves lyrics

Artist  : King Missile 
Song : At Daves



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														   There were other ways of
knowing: 

he stepped into a yellow morning
which seemed to him to be, 

well, not gray
but kind of a grayish maroon. 

He couldn't
figure out why; 

he hadn't eaten mushrooms
in at least a week. 



He
stumble-crawled towards Dave's Luncheonette,
climbed into a booth. 

He insisted on
looking at the menu for six minutes and thirty
seven seconds every day 

even though he
always ordered bacon and eggs, toast and coffee.


This morning, he also ordered water, but
he didn't drink any of it. 



It was
Thursday, April 20, 1967. He was waiting for
something to happen. 

As he was eating,
some of the water evaporated, 

some people
were born, some were married, a star imploded, a
friends of his was throwing up, two others were
having sex. 

As he finished his last
forkful of eggs, a fly sitting directly opposite
from him, died. 



He left Dave's,
headed north. 

Nothing much happened the
rest of the day. 

Had he known it was
Hitler's birthday, he would not have celebrated.