Silly Love Songs

 

In 1985 I was in college
Living in a basement dorm room
That my roommate
A punk rocker
From Gainesville Florida
Called the Hellhole
The third roommate spent his days
With enormous headphones
Plugged into a radio broadcasting news reports
From an AM station in New Hampshire
We didn't know who lived aboveground
Or if anybody did
One night bass guitar frequencies
Began transmitting through the floorboards
And into the Hellhole
The notes appeared
As thick black sonic tires
Bouncing around the Hellhole
Ricocheting rolling plopping
The force of the notes was such
That nothing else could be heard
The notes said:
Dee dee doot dee do da di da doot dee do
In a tumbling inevitable way
They were insistent relentless
I listened beyond the bouncing tire notes
And detected a Liverpool voice
"What's wrong with that?"
The torrent of Rickenbacker hail
Issued forth in the early morning
In the afternoon at night
And from the movement of the feet
Across the floor upstairs
It sounded like a good time every time