Like Dylan said Mr Candyman sing a tune for me cause I'm jitter-janglin, succumbing to some senseless primal desperation that's risen from my hidden discontent-- Sooth me with that tangerine grin, cherry lips whistlin some tune that accompanies the frenzied sway of my dreams, and subtle in it's mission, easing the consequent tide so it can tuck itself beneath the sands of my brainsky. Like Dylan said Mr. Candyman, you're what the sirens sang in claxoned seduction to brush aside a sailors worried thoughts persuading him to resign to their melody's non-existent current before embracing the jagged rocks of mortal cancellation. Like Dylan said Mr. Candyman, cause of you I heed not the skies monitory constellation.