Ok, here’s where I’m coming from:
- this picture looks really German expressionist to me, a la Egon Schiele or a George Grosz;
- I’ve been reading a book about the greatest tennis match ever played (arguably) — a 1937 Davis Cup match between the great German Gottfried von Cramm and the American Don Budge;
- von Cramm was eventually picked up by the Gestapo for “moral turpitude” (he was gay), though he managed to live through two incarcerations and a stint in the Wehrmacht.
- put it all together, and…
—Lyrics—
we were just friends
we were just friends
why are you looking at the hole in my stomach?
i was taking her home
i was taking her home
i’ve got to admit it looks a little funny
to the folks back home
and what is a friend
it’s someone who keeps it quiet when they’re looking for you
do you know who i am
do you know who i am
don’t you think it will look odd when you tell your boss?
and what is a friend
it’s someone who keeps it quiet when they’re looking for you
i’m looking for a chance to prove myself
i’m looking for a chance to prove myself
i’m swinging like a champ
