I posted this on the Worst thread, and I'm still trying to make it work. Among it's problems are that nobody seems to get what it's about, and that it has a sort of "sucking" quality. The tune has gotten pretty good, I think, it's hard to tell with my voice whether a tune is good or not. But I've fiddled with this enough I have to make it as good as I can, can't just forget it as wasted effort. Any comments or impressions are pre-'preciated.

   My Fat Friend

   I used to know this fat guy back in 1978
   He disappeared, he re-appeared, he'd lost a lot of weight
   one day in the dark someone came up to me
   said I bet you don't remember me
   no, who are you I said
   and then he grinned, he was my fat friend

   What you been up to? I've mostly been down
   living here in lost river town
   we're living in a lost and found

   he had some money, folded it open to the light
   when he turned it over on the backside it was white
   I didn't say anything, it took me by surprise he said
   this is just a work-in-progress you realise
   yeah I get the idea I said, let me see that again

   he took out a twenty saying Let's go over there
   turned it over on the back there was nothing there
   talked about his girl, said he could tell her anything
   but this is not the kind of thing you tell someone you can tell anything
   he was looking at me, I thought about that
   I said I see what you mean

   What went up, must've come down
   we're living in lost river town
   we're living in a lost and found
   
   repeat

   He used to see this girl that I knew Jessica Paint
   said he was still with her but that's not really her name
   a lost river hippie girl you'd see around dressed anyhow
   a lost river girl, she wrote poetry about the tao
   had that spooked look in her eye, seemed like they all did
   like they were thrown from a horse as a kid

   I was working the graveyard at the Daily News
   I ran the press printing all the daily news
   spent time inside my head somewhere inside the sound of the press
   made up my mind I was kind of tired of this
   dreamed of disappearing like a snake through a crevice in a rock
   thought I might as well go anywhere else

   What went up. etc.

   I'm going to pass around some photographs about what happened later
   he we are in tailored suits, standing on an escalator
   going down to Mexico, trading guarded glances
   we were travelling sometimes I was taking Arthur Murray classes
   this was the night when they were playing the beautiful Tennessee Waltz

what went up, etc.

I've seen unlikely things, household junk-drawers, decorations
cut out in cute shapes like our unrealistic expectations
now out in a ghost-ship suburb Andrea Doria Estates
we go out to get the paper, we count the days, I roll the plates, day-o

repeat