(insane, part one, the crime…book’em)
There we sat round
Passing it to each other
Enjoying it
Watching the cow jump
Over the moon
Where it got stuck
And mooed pitifully
Pitifully mooing its hell
The farmer doesn’t hear,
He can’t get his ladder anyway,
Still the pigs keep him busy, raping
Him with spoons spoons spoons
Battle spoons battle spoons CONFUSION
Jamming on jupiter’s moons
With cats and balls and women and chairs
In which students sit in classes
Having their minds
Stripped exposed raped shit on
Standing still in front of alien eyes
And minds and UFOs flying
By moons propelled by spoons and Exxon gas
Bought from arabs and camels
Spitting saliva and words and wisdom
To the wise sand and sun
Which burns it up, evaporates it
In haste without tapping its sage
But making cacti fit with
Peyote and religion and peyote
Enlightenment Enlightenment Enlightenment
Peyote: eat! Eat it! Eat it all!
The colors, duke, fly by me
To jupiter to hear
The concert of the jammers
Whom we strain to listen
With our mouths, screaming, canceling out
The sounds we need to know and Plato knows
Lies live in little amounts in all people
Hurrying to the businesses to be busy so they can
Drive suvs amd fill’er up at exxon and terrorists
And bombs kill for nothing but noise and smoke
And shit and here comes the reaper from
His home where the dogs live with cats which meow
When butchered by flowers so they can
Live to smell the roses and
Grass and peyote and life
LIFE
(insane, part two, the confession…throw ‘way the key)
So still we sat,
This time with a little magic
But it wasn’t that weird magic
That makes people’s heads fall off or for
Them to sprout ears, but the magic of the Earth
Of which we are all part, born from its
Mighty waters as sharks and fish and clams
And some of us are sometimes like clams
And you know i know when i’m a clam
Because we all ALL ALLLL shell ourselves
At times, and why not? somehow someway sometimes
People force us in, and we shelter, we hide in calcium
Brought to us years ago, hidden in every aspect of us
Our skeleton, our shell, our lives:
Physical, emotional, metaphysical calcium
It builds all and holds all together
Or rather, it is that which bonds all
Or rather, i don’t know, do you?
Find out: Sal opens the door, Lucy
Just pushes you through: make the leap over
Yourself yourself, or be aided…CHOOOSE
don’t try to justify it, boy – you are insane
Then you will see, then you will know
It is not insane to embrace insanity
Anything illogical to people who embrace killing
Is fucking descartes to me – so i study insanity
i make it a school, a thought, a mode of life and love
a treasure that that pirate suh would dive for
the one Mistah Kurtz (he dead) would go back
into the jungle for – a prize god would give his
throne to satan for, but still, people choose to
be people, normal sensible people…JABBERWOCKY
he’ll get ‘em all, in the end, by the end, and that end
will justify his murderous means, because then all
would be different, so get your jabberwock on, jabberwocky:
may it jabber on for a thousand generations
may it jabber on (insert trite statement for large amounts of time here)
may it jabber on (insert trite statement for large amounts of time here)
may it jabber on (insert trite statement for large amounts of time here)
may it jabber on (insert trite statement for large amounts of time here)
may it jabber on (insert trite statement for large amounts of time here)
may it jabber on (insert trite statement for large amounts of time here)
may it jabber on (insert trite statement for large amounts of time here)
may it jabber on (insert trite statement for large amounts of time here)
i know one thing i got to do….jabber on
(sane again [maybe], part three…his doom pronounced [shit])
so we got busted up, i guess,
and here i am, and our movement is,
and is it – is this the fate of all,
or one confusion…who made them cop, judge,
jailor, executioner, god…anyhow? i didn’t vote
for him, or her, or the pool. what about the idols,
my idols, the gay-ass pop idols that rise everyday
and fade as quickly as my goals will in the harsh
injection of potassium chloride, because i’d rather have
them running the things that need a-runnin’
you thought you were different, you thought you could change things
and i continue my course, i will not change it;
i cannot, i took the road others would not,
Dove into the lake prematurely, and now…
now…now…
why were you that arrogant?
now it is too late, the gurney is coming
i’m being strapped down, is this is it?
Leather holding me down when i wouldn’t
Even let other human thought do so before…
Isn’t human thought superior to dead dried animal
Hell, we can run ‘em over in my truck
But i’m still stuck here
change back to the norm, and we’ll let you go
i can’t change, i can’t, i CAN’T:
Not for you, not for her, him, she, he, it,
Dervishes, fakirs, baboons, ants, the world:
i can’t, i’m sorry
Prick, fade…
stupid boy, he’s dead
- Chris Taylor