stop the song

moving day yesterday after day, running companies
with the boxes full of fake fur trees
in the corner there's a big black hole, a long pole inside
thin, smudgy windows at the top of one wall
menus in the restaurant, stairs going up and down
and then not even there at all

always in my dreams, mim's basement
upstairs is just for in between
the times in mim's basement

hey what's that big picnic pool table? another mystery,
in a mystery room full of strange, small things
even the doctors are detectives, it's so dangerous
shelves too thin for way too many canned goods
cracks and spiders and floods
creatures and caves, and beatles and frank
and the stairs are gone again

always in my dreams, mim's basement
holding on to things I did not mean
to leave in mim's basement


that's just the real world calling...
(hey kids, it's time for supper)
ah, that's just the real world calling...
(get your coats, it's time to go)