coldhearted scientist وداد

I am still on strike, but I guess we can sing anyway. I have ladders and scraps of old drywall all over one room, and blotches of primer all over the outside of the house. I cannot get the primer off of my hands. Expensive primer washes off better than this primer does. I will buy more expensive primer tomorrow.

I also have a room full of pieces of a manuscript. I am channeling the Emeritus Professor, whom I seem to remember working on a manuscript and painting the house the summer this song came out. His manuscript was on surrealism, so the album the song came out on was particularly pertinent.

I have other songs for my own manuscript, but the fact of being able to see Grace Slick live on video 42 years later is more than good enough for now.

Axé.