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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
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 for 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 drive me
down on the beach if you ever want to write the real
And I said I'm sorry young man what is your name again
Now everywhere I go in West Hollywood
It's filled with people pretending
they don't see the actress
and the actress wishing that they could
We could do ayahuasca
Baby if I wasn't holding all these drinks
Something 'bout the way Violet whips her hair
That makes me empty my pockets
on the corner to corner bumming twenties
as if I was the mayor
I don't need any new friends Momma
But I could really use something to do
So if you're up for it sometimes
I swear you wouldn't have to be my muse
Heidegger and Sartre drinking poppy tea
I could've sworn last night
I passed out in my van and
now these guys are pouring one for me
I'll never leave the canyon
'cause I'm surrounded on all sides
By people writing novels and living on amusement rides