I Can't Stop Think'n About Crap That I Don't Wanna Think About...
By pure definition that makes me "Insane"!
I lost control of "Choice" or freedon of thought?
What happened to me?
Am I Alone?
Oddly enough...no
We live in remarkable times.
We are witnessing "Change" on a global scale
unparalleled in human history if one considers
or factors in the stakes at risk &
the greatest stake being of course...
protection of the "Status Quo" (as it was?)
Well there's the riddle!
That's why we are all quietly going insane!
It's a living breathing "Thing" like never before
all jumbled up & hidden somewhere internally
deep within each of one us...
a fearful battle of contradictions beyond anyones
ability to reason our way back to the "Other Thing"
that used to make sence & give us comfort
in having the knowledge of what it is to be an American!
I & or We don't really have a clue where we are going
in the "New Land of America"...
so we make a defencesive last stand on the
hill of "Lost Causes" silently hoping in our desperate fight
for bugles to sound just beyond our sight &
the "Cavalry of Logic" charges in to save the day
before we reached the "Point of No Return" to the "Staus Quo"
of yesturday when I woke up in the morning to...
Think About Crap That I Did Want To Think About!
Post Thanksgiving Reality Blues...
I think if I were to set the mood of many us to music
given the insanity running rampent down the Proposed & Imposed...
"Dead End Road" of "Main Street America"...
I'd have to go with Taj Mahal & "Ain't Nobody's Business"
for no particular reason other than ridiculous nonsence
makes for good bedfellows & reassuring perfect sence...
in a world gone absolutely mad!
Seeya Art
Champagne don't drive me crazy
Cocaine don't make me lazy
Ain't nobody's business but my own
Candy is dandy and liquor is quicker
You can drink all the liquor down in Costa Rica
Ain't nobody's business but my own
You can ride a great big pink Cadillac to church on Sunday
You can hang around the house with your old lady on Monday
Ain't nobody's business but your own
Man, I don't care what in the world that you do
As long as you do what you say you going to
Ain't nobody's business but your own
Now, I know some of you cuties
You real fine cuties, you go stepping downtown
Just to hang around
Standing on the corner
So the fellows will stare and say
"Oh, ain't she sweet?"
You can walk downtown in your birthday suit
I can see you coming out of the Bank Of America with a whole lotta loot
Ain't nobody's business but your own
Now, you know that cocaine's for horses now it ain't for men
The doctors said it'll kill me but they didn't say when
Ain't nobody's business but your own
Now, you know sometime I put on my straw hat
And my striped pants, my spats baby
You know I go trucking downtown
Standing on the corner so the fellas can stare and say
Hey man, ain't you the brother in the '57 mercury
With the turnpike skirts and the chrome reverse wheels
The white wall tires and lights running the skirts
Was painted lime green with reversible license plates
With windows that you can see out, can nobody see in
With four on the floor, 745 horsepower and a big stereo
Listening to Wolfman Jack say, "Ain't this X C I B, baby"
Chorus
Come on now let's try it,
here we go, one, two, three
Now, champagne don't drive me crazy
Cocaine don't make me lazy
Ain't nobody's business but my own
Sing it out
Candy is dandy and liquor is quicker
You can drink all the liquor down at Costa Rica
Ain't nobody's business but my own...
Now That's An America I can Sink My Teeth Into & Smile...Seeya Art
