There were ninety-seven New-York advertising men in the
hotel
And one young man, who was shut inside his eggshell.
Can you hear him crying in the cold dark night?
He doesn't belong here and he's giving up the fight.
Seeing more, through the glass, is it a blessing?
He's lying on the shore, seeking for understanding.
The girl in 507 is drinking vodka with lime
She's reading German poetry and can't understand the rhyme.
Since nineteen forty-five something had died

She is a Spiritual Tramp, doesn't care for what's inside.

Chorus:

And do you remember those Bananafish flying in your head?

Did you know that they were flying just for you?

Can you truly tell the good from the bad?

Can you see the yellow in your blue?
Oh yes, after all I think this is a perfect day for

Bananafish.


"
If there's one thing I like, it's a blue bathing-suit''.
The colors of innocence, which I had lost in my youth.
"
This is a yellow'', she said. "This is a yellow''.
As we grow-old life's getting harder to swallow.
Little girl, little girl, can you understand?
Do you know how fragile are the castles made of sand?
Come a little closer, let me grab your ankles
Do you have my cure? Do you have my answers?
We're all blue, it's society that turns us yellow

Run to the sea, you can't drown when you're shallow.

Chorus:

And do you remember those Bananafish flying in your head?

Did you know that they were flying just for you?

Can you truly tell the good from the bad?

Can you see the yellow in your blue?
Oh yes, after all I think this is a perfect day for

Bananafish.


"
Well I hate to tell you, Sybil, they die.''
And no one will care, no one will ask why.
I've swallowed too much bananas and now,
I tried to get out but I didn't know how.
I'd never lost control I only lost connection
Can't come back, lost any sign of affection.
It's very simple, though, only one bullet in the head
Right in front your eyes, while you are sleeping on the
bed.
I can't be Little Sambo, or a Bulldog on a leash


I guess, after all, I'm just one more Bananafish.
בעקבות "יום נפלא לדגי בננה" של סלינג'ר, כמובן.
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