I am still on strike, but I guess we can sing anyway. I have ladders and scraps of old drywall all over one room, and blotches of primer all over the outside of the house. I cannot get the primer off of my hands. Expensive primer washes off better than this primer does. I will buy more expensive primer tomorrow.
I also have a room full of pieces of a manuscript. I am channeling the Emeritus Professor, whom I seem to remember working on a manuscript and painting the house the summer this song came out. His manuscript was on surrealism, so the album the song came out on was particularly pertinent.
I have other songs for my own manuscript, but the fact of being able to see Grace Slick live on video 42 years later is more than good enough for now.