Three voices trade lines in a poetic dialogue about Saturdays, rockets, and romantic nostalgia, weaving in references to Johnny Cash and playful refrains like "I like you, you like me." The piece has a whimsical, song-like quality that blends affection with subtle melancholy.
Chapters
I like Saturdays in the rocket.
Summer Blue skies in the morning's air. Uh oh, uh oh.
I like you, you like me. There's something wrong with this picture. Let's turn it upside down so we can see the insecurities caused by the last four years of economic downsizing.
In the eastern.
February long with Tilly and the wall.
Pretty pictures and shirts that are too small for my childlike figure. That you're so in love with. I like the autumn's leaves and bright eyes. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. Stand strong in my favorites of all time. Along with you and your Technicolor. Ey.
You say Johnny Cash is your favorite singer. But you never heard Folsom Prison Blues?
So how do you expect me to believe you?
I was never much on country songs. But someone should really tell you to come home. Cause it's getting late and your dinner's getting cold.
I like simple songs with pretty words.
I try to poetry but it's just no good.
The pages get lost.
Besides I'd much rather sing to you.
I love living life with you by my side. You're a smart kid with a beautiful smile? Smile and oh God, those Technicolor eyes.