Pareidolia
by Cavedwellers
Field recording: the Tesla factory in Fremont CA, stamping section.

From the day you took this job
One of the banished smoking slobs
I had always been your only confidant
Down there between your feet,
Right below your shabby seat
No clearer face a real life friend could want
You told me of your lusts
(I could not betray your trust)
You muttered disappointments every break
With me you hatched your plans
Each terrible mistake
Call me Clyde,
I’m always on your side
Call me Clyde,
I’m always on your sidewalk

As long as I was there
I kept you from despair
Everybody needs an ear to talk to
Your desperate fantasy
Was just between you and me
And daily life was something you could walk through
Till the day when cruel fate
Threw poison on your plate
When the higher ups closed off the smoking section
For greater public health
They doomed their population
Call me Clyde
Still smiling on the side
Call me Clyde
Still smiling on the sidewalk

They call it pareidolia
We can call it an oasis
When loneliness takes hold of ya
You may need those friendly faces

The police were running ‘round
And they saw me on the ground
They told them it was where you did your thinking
And they took you straight downtown
And you made no verbal sound
My lips were also sealed, my left eye winking
Call me Clyde
I’ll keep it deep inside
Call me Clyde
I’ll keep it deep in sidewalk