Story Behind the Song
"journey with me into the mind of a maniac...."
...goes that song "Natural Born Killers"... and while the topic of this track may be slightly different to that song, the quote applies quite well. Tho' I wouldn't say 'maniac'... 'matt' instead, perhaps. But yeah, they say that dreams are the window to the mind (don't they? or did I just totally make that up?) and if that's true, then this is what goes on in my mind. Some of it is based on actual dreams i've had (some of them recurring jobbies) and the rest of it is written as I would write anything else... i'll leave it to you to speculate about which is which. Not that it should matter, but hey. You can either take the track as is and leave it at that... or you can read into it more and come up with your own conclusions about me. I know which one i'd find more interesting :-) and if you DO do that...
Answers on the back of a postcard to the usual address. :-)
Lyrics
v1.
all around the grass is purple and the trees a shade of brown,
with yellow barks made by dogs standing 20 feet from the ground,
when i look down i see nothing but a sea of liquid flame,
with surfing midgets dressed in tutu's all yelling out my name,
a hint of pain exudes as i fall up towards the heat,
headfirst as rabid gerbils try to knaw at my feet,
but their teeth are gone, replaced by pieces of shredded paper,
i manage to lose them when i reach a solid vapour,
get absorbed in the mass, held in a church,
with the most elaborate carvings ever known to earth,
a Christ-like depication comes alive and starts to talk,
His speech outlines all my past conceptions in a chalk,
he begins to walk towards me but he stumbles and trips,
leaving the watching clan of elephants in hysterical fits,
pink lions with mane's made of galactic dust,
drop from silken webs and cause the surroundings to combust,
then a cloud of throbbing sound descends from the depths below,
two paths form before me but i dont know where to go,
both are clearly sign-posted but i just cannot comprehend,
the writing is unknown to me so i choose to phone a friend,
but it turns out he's engaged, so i make my own decision,
i say left but i go right and end up locked up in a prison,
constructed of marshmallow, and patrolled by guards,
who themselves are constructed of pornographic cards,
i devise my escape, but before i manage to execute,
revolutionary badgers start playing on a lute,
to mark the arrival of Sir Real, the lord of the land,
he enters riding a harley, adorned with fur of a lamb,
and in his hand he is holding a long crimson staff,
and he's swinging it around, slicing the planet half,
the core sucks me down and i look up to the world,
suddenly i'm caught by a girl wearing a necklace of pearl,
she says "you are the one. sent to rescue the past,"
"without you, the future will simply cease to ever last,"
then she disapears in a flash, i fast forget her words,
and i'm lifted into the trees by a large breasted bird,
i gaze from my perch and see hundreds and thousands before me,
and every single person is declaring they adore me,
i start to speak in order to express my gratitude,
but every word that i utter automatically gets booed,
seems that they do like me, but not what i have to say,
my sorrow at the case is interupted by a ray,
a beam of light appears from a gap in the sky,
and directs itself at me, entering my left eye,
i feel a warmth through my body and think everything is all right,
but i take a proper look and realise that i'm alight,
my insides are burning up and yet i feel no pain,
and the flames just stop when they reach my brain,
my mind is left alone, untouchable, cannot be changed,
it's my thought's that rule this dreamscape....
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