When I was a little girl, I thought the first line of this song was, "Oh, Nimbus..." -- which begs not only the question of why I thought this song was about a saint -- but HOW IN THE FUCK I KNEW THE MEANING OF NIMBUS AT THE AGE OF FIVE, IN THE FIRST GODDAMNED PLACE.
That aside...christ on a cupcake, Mike Nesmith is a BRILLIANT songwriter.
Oh, and to this day, I still sometimes make out with my official Davy Jones pillowcase -- but of that, I shall speak no more.
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