Afternoon In The City Somewhere In July
Friends Are All Gone, U Ain't got No Dope So U Ain't Gonna Get High
All U're Doin' Is Sittin' In Front Of Ur Lonely Computer, In Ur Lonely Home
So U Turn On Yo MSN 2 C If There's Anybody Nice And Intelligent On
Yeah, There's Plenty, And U Talk 2 Them But Still U Feel Mighty Alone
So U Start Thinkin' Of A Beautiful Girl U Used 2 Know, Not Interrupthing The Flow
Of Life That Is , Cuz U Thinkin' Of Gladys Like A Hungry Dog Of A Juicy Bone
So U Lookin' 4 Some Company That'll Make All Ur Fantasies Look Fly
Something 2 Get The Serotinin Levels Runnin' High
But All U Find R Myspace Hookers
And Other Lonely On-Lookers
Ooh Poor Lonely Computer, Y Does Nobody Love U?
Don't U Wish Somebody Was Here Sharin' Ur Pain With U?
But The Girls In Reality They're Such A Bore, Or Not,
Some Of Them R Just A Backstabber Standing Ready With Their Dagger,
So They Can C U Go Down, Sufferin' From Another Disapprovin' Frown
No Instead U Look 4 A Whore With A PHD In Cybersexuality
Who Don't Know Or Care WHo U B Or Not B.
It's an image worth pondering for a moment. Maybe, when you cut past the instrumental and songwriting virtuosity, the funny voices and characters, what is left is a man alone in his recording studio for days at a time.