Red Rose, Black, Words and Music By Brian McCaskill

Words and Music by Brian McCaskil

I Don't Think You Understand

Brian McCaskill
I don't like your mind
I don't like your hair, your make-up, or your clothes
I don't like the way you look at me
I'm just joking, I suppose
I don't want any help
Didn't listen to the last advice
I just want to be with my best friends
And my baby, won't that be nice
And my baby, won't that be nice

Yeah, I know where she lives
Went there last night to try and make amends
I don't think she likes me
But I hear she's got a friend
"Hey Brian,
Do you like to be alone?"
well, it's just, you see....
She don't even like The Rolling Stones
She don't like Elvis, she don't like The Ramones

We all want to be cool
I wish I was James Dean
I always try to act cool, and say cool things
But only my best friends know what I mean
Sometimes I feel pretty good about myself
Other times I want to be different than what I am
Sometimes I wish I was
Micky Mantle hitting a grand slam
I want to be Micky Mantle hitting a grand slam

I saw her yesterday
Walking near that place we used to hide
I should have stopped and said hello,
Maybe offered her a ride
But I hear she's happy now
I don't know who with, or where she's at
"Someone's always coming up here, trailing some new kill"
Elliott Smith said that

The forest is out of cigarettes
And this singer's out of guitars
The sidewalk is out of girls
Yeah, they know who they are
Everyday's just a ...............
nervermind
......
I don't feel like singing this song anymore
It's over

July 03