LYRICS
I ran down the road
Pants down to my knees
Screaming, “Please come help me
That Canadian shaman
Gave a little too much to me!
And I’m writing a novel!
Because it’s never been done before!”
The first house that I saw
I wrote “house” up on the door
And told the people who lived there
They had to get out ‘cause
“My reality is ‘realer’ than yours
And there’s no time in the present!
And there’s a black dog on the bed!”
I went to the backyard
To burn my only clothes
And the dog ran out and said,
“You can’t turn nothing into nothingness
With me no more!”
Well, I’m no doctor
But that monkey might be right
And if he is, I’ll be walking him my whole life
I rode to Malibu
On a dune buggy with Neil
He said, “You’re gonna have to drown me
Down on the beach
If you ever want to write ‘the real’!
And I said, “[Uhhhh…] I’m sorry…
Young man, what was your name again?”
Now everywhere I go
In West Hollywood
Is filled with people pretending
They don’t see the actress
And the actress wishing that they could
We could do ayhuasca
Baby, if I wasn’t holding all these drinks
Something about the way
Violet whips her hair
That makes me empty my pockets
Holding court in the corner
Burning twenties as if I was the mayor
Well, I don’t need any new friends
But I could really use something to do
So if you’re up for it sometime
I swear you wouldn’t have to be my muse
Heiddeger and Sartre
Drinking poppy tea
I could have sworn last night
I passed out in my van
And now these guys are pouring one for me
I never leave the canyon
‘Cause I’m surrounded on all sides
By people writing novels
And living on amusement rides
VIDEO CREDITS
Director: Noel Paul http://that-go.net
Post-Production facilitated by Rez Visual
