What song feels like a secret between you and the artist?

Flying over Chicago from New Mexico, I heard him -- him who lives near the 7-eleven, fork in hand at a dead dinner table, staring at the peas on his plate going, "come in lemon pie do you read me do you read me? Beam me up, get me out of this place, I can't have their genes in me. Come in lemon pie." -- I read you buddy.

I had won an essay contest and scored a front row seat upgrade. I went by myself, from Columbus to Chicago. You can hear me yell, “Wooo!” at 0:09 when I realized she was going to play it. Sometimes she played sitting on the piano bench facing us, arms stretched out, on one side playing piano, on the other playing the keyboard.

Under the Pink songbook illustration & concert photo from yessaid.com.