When I was dead I wore a strong perfume
   When I was dead I never left the room
   And I saw the aapples hanging like moments in the orchard
   But falling into action, the moment soon is over-no returns
   When I was dead I wasn't interested in sex
   I didn't even care what happened next
   I was free as a penny whistle, and silent as the glove
   I wasn't me to speak of, just a thousand ancient feelings
   That vanished into nothing-and love
   When I was dead somebody took my hand
   I couldn't see his face I took his hand
   And the Devil asked me to supper-he said, "Careful with the spoons!"
   And God said, "Oh, ignore him! I've got all your albums."
   I said, "Yes, but who's got all the tunes?"
   When I was dead