Purple Haze Remix
Today, I woke up in a daze,
My mind was in a purple haze.
The show went on throughout the night,
Now I want to kill the light.
They say we rocked, but I’m not sure,
Every city is just a blur.
Is it a dream, I’m number one,
Or is reality no longer fun?
Lately, girls want to be my friend,
But I’ll miss you until the end.
With all this cash, we could go to Mars,
I only wish you weren't so far.
Lisa McCartney, 1967
American Cool Exhibit, National Portrait Gallery, Washington, D.C.