Dal loro quarto album, o quinto se si conta il brutto mini-LP “Mesopotamia”, intitolato “Bouncing Off The Satellites”, l’ultimo prima della scomparsa dell’irrimpiazzabile Ricky Wilson. Tra i loro brani migliori questo è uno dei meno noti.
- Fred Schneider – vocals
- Cindy Wilson – vocals, percussion
- Ricky Wilson – guitar, vocals
- Kate Pierson – vocals, keyboards
- Keith Strickland – drums, bass, guitar, keyboards, vocals
[grooveshark width=”250″ height=”40″ id=”23043528″ autoplay=”0″ style=”water”]Detour Thru Your Mind by The B-52s on Grooveshark[/grooveshark]
Your brain is an ever changing kaleidoscope of moods and colors We walk in the park but it's melting in the dark All of a sudden your mood changes and your face looks like a cake left out in the rain Is your name MacArthur Parker? Or is it Reba? Detour thru your mind. Supersaver to your mind. We seem to float by yesterday's child. The new you. The land time forgot and a horse with no mane As we go further into the gloom, we chance upon a large orange room A key pops out of your nose. We open the door And all of a sudden we realise that we are no more From ear to ear. From the here to now I hear another galaxy spinning around Who am I? From ear to ear. From the here to now Where am I going? I hear another galaxy spinning around How much will it cost? A flash of blinding light and we're in an elegantly appointed doctor's office It seems that doctor Aaron Butterfly wants to dip us in plaster and use us for bookends We say to the doctor, “No. Please. No!” And then we get the doctor's bill. What a shock! Sixteen thousand dollars! And all he wanted to do was dip us in plaster! Detour thru your mind. Supersaver to your mind. Who am I? Who am I? Where have I been? Where am I going? How much will it cost? Do I need any luggage? Can I bring my mother? Oh, wow, I can't believe what I see... Here, try one of these! Sixteen magenta butterflies dancing on the back of a green octopus Oh! Now it's talking to... I never thought of this Never thought of this, he's cutting us out! Is this a bad dream? Help! Wow! Help! This is so groovy... No, doctor, not another one of those! What do you mean, ten dollars? Ouch! I need to leave my past behind I need to leave my behind in the past Backwards message: I buried my parakeet in the backyard. Oh no, you're playing the record backwards. Watch out, you might ruin your needle.