Reminds me of the botched lyric of the Grateful Dead: “don’t try to give me all your flak Jack”
OR: NEW KIEV BOOGIE
Spent a little time on the hill
Things went down we don’t understand
But I think in time we will
Note: Avid readers of plastic alto know that Michael McFaul and I and our respective dates K, J, saw the grateful dead in Berkeley spring 1982.