can’t sleep, stomach aching
i just want to ... blank ...
i just want to blank ... blank
forget it then, forget the trinkets
forget the women and girls
forget the new band, that can wait
for never, i’m not a flake, maybe next time
i won’t make any more promises, everything can wait
the vacation is non-refundable
but the quease is on the house
writing helps, i’ve read
to ease the quease
as long as everything’s unplugged
where’d that carrot go?
oh, it must be in the mud
where’d that rabbit go?
oh, he’s wooden after all
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not paranoid when you should be just one of my normal keyboard improvisations, nothing special, except that it's recorded on a real grand.
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