me and bp in a nutshell

i knew i liked jimi for a reason:


why we liked each other. . . relief from everything else:

There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief . . .


How i got suckered in:

No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke but uh
But you and I we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour's getting late . . .

and then, inevitably (only after the sublime), back to the mostly silent, though just as urgent pleading of one another:

There must be some kind of way out of here