THE STORY:
Once upon a time when I had no car and before cell phones were common I spent an afternoon wandering Buffalo alone. I didn’t tell anyone where I was. If anyone was looking they wouldn’t have found me. I ate McDonald’s and laid in a graveyard listening to bells chime. I made a sketch and titled it “To Be Unknown”. A couple years later I wrote this song.
THE LYRICS:
Spent years changing into shirts
That I thought you'd like to see
Made a hundred variations
Of a hundred different me
While my sheets never turned me down
When I'd sleep alone
You never saw past what I'd wear
I was to be unknown.
Remember Christine asking
Must I always be on stage
Guess she noticed me deeper
Than the people I'd portray
Cause I rarely left the mirror
Liking what was shown
Feeling as flat as the glass
I was to be unknown
(Hear the bell tower
Ringing 4 PM
Waiting in the shadows...)
The cloudiness remembering
A shallow human being
Was my pleasure to use you
Couldn't keep your hands off me
Too stoned to see the prison bars
Hiding in my moans
Took off my clothes but not my skin
I was to be unknown
Call you peel the plastic off him?
Unknown Unknown
Can you feel the plastic of him?