I went to the Doctor he gave me the needle
We sat in the courtyard and talked about evil
He said that the devil represented my father
as the nurse she rolled up my sleeve
He opened his black bag, he's holding up ink blots
He asked me to name them, I gave it my best shot
That's Hitler in tutu and Van Gogh on high wire
at least that's how it appears
And it's all right, everything they do and it's
all right, everything I take keeps me up all night
and I don't even know if I'll ever see the world
the way I think they want the world to appear
Meanwhile they will keep me here
inside this spinning medicine wheel
They called up my girlfriend, she came and watched TV
then after four hours, she said she was leaving
I called up my mother, she said that she prayed so
everything is okay.
I closed both my eyes and pretend that I'm dreaming
the nurse she burst in and started taking my shoe strings
She's strapping my hands down, put a tube in my penis
she said "Oh no, please don't mind me".
And it's all right, everything they do and it's
all right, everything I take keeps me up all night
and I don't even know if I'll ever see the world
the way I think they want the world to appear
Meanwhile they will keep me here
inside this spinning medicine wheel
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