two nervous breakdowns will do that
the associations are loose
phish is the music I choose
two nervous breakdowns
which consciousness do you want to explore mr. doctor
or mr. psychologist
I am theee master erotic poet
Erupting and burning-out
Always burning-out burning-out
And can still make time stand still
Over the hill
Fifty you say I got the creativity naturally
We are all born with creativity
We are all born with talent at something
Actually you can't create anything, everything already exists
< lost my train of thought > well in the mist
of the maiden
near toronto and buffalo
are the niagra falls
and I was there
and sailed on the misty maiden
a ship that goes real close to one of the waterfalls
anyways people have committed suicide laying themselves in barrells tumbling down the falls
that is a pretty glamorous suicide after all
and you decide what is real and what is fake
and you decide what to pursue
and why don't you write a book
i'd rather die
and kill a shrink, nah
i feel no anger to the shrinks
and down with disease is starting for a second time
and I refused to eat because there was a byråkrat
ingen hat, disgust at being
treated like that
time to get to pizzeria to get fat
at least put on weight skin and bones
no phones
cops tap my location ... stop ... stop ... stop ... is what I said
and they said no way
and I am snug in my seat so to say
go to the pizzeria hey
and you say this is a diary entry
who the hell writes diaries you ought to!
phish is a great band to write to
warning on that '76 maryland grateful dead show
something tripped out about it
we don't want anyone to have a bad trip
< my head starts dancing back and forth the music >
no we don't want anyone to have a bad trip
like that guy in nineteen-ninety-seven
send me to heaven
< smut smut smut >
as much
write on pen on paper
or paper on pen
and begin again
... stop ... stop ... stop ...
I told the cops
And the females on the phone kept flirting with me
Where in the world is carmen sandiego is a computer game from the nineties
People approach from three hundred sixtry degrees when the genius is at work
Not
Burn out
Burn out
Burn out
Be Boring
Inert
No problem
At least I am not a two-faced liar