At Dave`s lyrics

Artist  : King Missle 
Song : At Dave`s



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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.