I don’t want to know Paul
Before I get to know your name
And the story behind it.
To study the echoes of a book’s voice
No matter how pleasant
Read by a phonograph with skin on
Seems like a trivial pursuit.
Until we tear apart the sound machine
And know the force which turns it
This is where we dig up success
In knowing our gears of addiction and reality
Then when I know all the working parts behind you
The name which holds a title for your identity
It will seem a word transformed
By the words of the book’s great giants
And you and I will bathe in peace.