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Hello It's MeAndy, it's me, haven't seen you in a whileI wished I talked to you more when you were alive I thought you were self assured when you acted shy Hello, it's me I really miss you, I really miss your mind I haven't heard ideas like that for such a long, long time I loved to watch you draw and watch you paint But when I saw you last, I turned away When Billy Name was sick and locked up in his room You asked me for some speed, I though it was for you I'm sorry if I doubted your good heart Things always seem to end before they start Hello, it's me, it was a great gallery show Your cow wallpaper and your floating silver pillows I wish I paid more attention when they laughed at you Hello, it's me 'Pop goes pop artist', the headline said 'Is shooting a put on, is Warhol really dead?' You get less time for stealing a car I remember thinking as I heard my own record in a bar They really hated you, now all that's changed But I have some resentments that can never be unmade You hit me where it hurt, I didn't laugh Your diaries are not a worthy epitaph Well, now Andy, I guess we've got to go I wish someway, somehow, you like this little show I know this is late in coming, but it's the only way I know Hello, it's me- Goodnight Andy Goodbye Andy |