Flash forward

One evening, out of the blue, I knock
I knock on my door, knock knock
Without an answer, I push the latch
I listen to the hammock moan
The paddock springs creak
I advance in the blackout
And my Kodak

Impress on the plates
Sensitive to my brain a vision of a slap

I feel my heart rate
Which suddenly goes to mach
Two tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock
As if under an electric shock
She was between two monkeys
The kind of festival at Woodstock
Seemed like a rock guitar
With two jacks
One has its shell hole, the other its bullet hole
Crack

Hey doc
Who me paranoid?
Ask the old guy
Who's the night porter at the Rox
Y Hotel if I'm unblocking

It's there, forever on the notepad
In my memory, black and white
And whatever I do, it'll come back to me in flashbacks
Damn, until I die