Prickly City by Scott Stantis for December 12, 2018

I remember this from last year’s PC, as well. And I still have no idea who Pat Dinizio is, either.

Thanks Scott. Tough day all around.

She had hair like Jeannie Shrimpton back in 1965She had legs that never endedI was halfway paralyzedShe was tall and cool and pretty and she dressed as black as coalIf she asked me to I’d murder, I would gladly lose my soulNow I lie in bed and think of herSometimes I even weepThen I dream of her behind the wall of sleepShe held a bass guitar and she was playing in a bandAnd she stood just like Bill WymanNow I am her biggest fanNow I know I’m one of many who would like to be your friendAnd I’ve got to find a way to let you know I’m not like themNow I lie in bed and think of herSometimes I even weepThen I dream of her behind the wall of sleepNow I lie in bed and think of herSometimes I even weepThen I dream of her behind the wall of sleepGot your number from a friend of mine who lives in your hometownCalled you up to have a drinkYour roommate said you weren’t aroundNow I know I’m one of many who would like to be your friendAnd I’ve got to find a way to let you know I’m not like themNow I lie in bed and think of herSometimes I even weepThen I dream of her behind the wall of sleepBehind the wall of sleepBehind the wall of sleepBehind the wall of sleep

“Behind the Wall of Sleep,” by Pat Dinizio

Note that you, @Cheapskate0 can look things up on the Internet!!!!!

I did know Pat Dinizio and miss him still ,Dec 12th will always be a sad day