Trapped in a melancholy town
with a matrix and a clown
Lost in a village full of dwarfs
and the rain keeps falling down
Look at the funny little man
and the antiques
Look at them cowering he said
that's not me
Trapped in a cellar full of worms
with an angel and a stone
You are a beautiful mirage
I would love to take you home
Stabbed on a sidewalk full of steers
where's my shadow
Limp to an overcrowded room
Here I am
And that's not me
that's not me
that's not me
Drunk in a Bowery saloon
with a tortoise and a child
Look see the serpent in his hair
Can you see the foxentile
You aren't serious to me
you're unfolding
Look at the Syralinx she said
he's not dead
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth