Pineapple Head
Neil Finn

Detective is flat, no longer is always flat out
Got the number of the getaway car
Didn’t get very far

As lucid as hell and these images
Moving so fast like a fever
So close to the bone
I don’t feel too well

And if you choose to take that path
I will play you like a shark
And I’ll clutch at your heart
I’ll come flying like a spark to inflame you

Sleeping alone for pleasure
The pineapple head it spins and it spins
Like a number I hold
Don’t remember if she was my friend
It was a long time ago

And if you choose to take that path
I will play you like a shark
And I’ll clutch at your heart
I’ll come flying like a spark to inflame you

Sleeping alone for pleasure
The pineapple head it spins and it spins
Like a number I hold
Don’t remember if she was my friend
It was a long time ago

And if you choose to take that path
Would you come to make me pay
I will play you like a shark
And I’ll clutch at your heart
I’ll come flying like a spark to inflame you

““Pineapple Head” I wrote on the piano in Melbourne at our house in Melbourne, and it curiously came from our son. Liam had a fever, he had quite a bad flu and he was feverish and asleep and dreaming quite loudly, and he came up with a few of the lines in there in his sleep. I think it was “the get away car” and “the detective is flat” and so rather than tending him, I ran downstairs and wrote those lines down and wrote the verse of that song. Which I got a bit of stick from my wife about. Liam’s still hitting me up for some publishing on that one. Come on, kids are expensive! I paid for a lot! Paid for his education. He should just shut up. (laughs)”

— Neil Finn, Salon interview, 8 February 2014

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