The Half Of It

Ray was singing to me

How I might see the stars 

As I stroll down Hollywood Boulevard 

And Neil kept telling me

Tonight’s the night 

Over at S.I.R.

I used to be cool

But I’m just a tourist now

A starstruck fool

Who turned into a man somehow 

But if you think that what you see is what you get

You haven’t seen the half of it yet 

Who was it told the tale

Of how Marie Prevost

Did not look her best

On that January day

When the cops bust down the door 

Into her loneliness

I used to think that that was cool 

The words of ill-informed men

Bonafide fools

I think I’ve learned a lot since then

But if you think that what you see is what you get

You haven’t learned the half of it yet

Please form an orderly line

Please no photography

Kindly stick to the path

Just over there on the right

Is where an angry crowd 

Tore a desperate man in half

I used to be cool

But I’m just a tourist now

A starstruck fool

Who turned into a man somehow

But if you think that what you see is what you get 

You haven’t seen the half of it yet 

Eric - acoustic guitar, Wurlitzer electric piano, drone synth, Ukrainian noise box, Moog Opus

Steve Goulding - drums, tambourine and cymbal configuration

Ross Goldstein - Vox Continental organ

Tom Petersson - bass guitar, fuzz bass

Alex Turnquist- electric 12 string 

Amy Rigby - piano, background vocals

Artie Barbato - euphonium