00:00Who are you?
00:17That's a good question.
00:30When your head gets twisted and your mind grows numb, when you think you're too old, too
00:40young, too smart or too dumb, when you're lagging behind and losing your pace in a slow motion
00:45crawl or life's a busy race, no matter what you're doing, if you start giving up, if the
00:50wind don't come to the top of your cup, if the wind got you sideways with one hand holding
00:54on and the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone, and your train engine fire needs a
00:58new spark to catch it, and the woods easy finding, but you're lazy to fetch it, and your sidewalk
01:03starts curling, and the street gets too long, and you start walking backwards so you know
01:06that it's wrong, and lonesome comes up as down goes the day, and tomorrow's morning seems
01:10so far away, and you feel the rains from your pony eyes slipping, and your ropes are sliding
01:15because your hands are dripping, and your sun desert and evergreen valleys turn to broken
01:18down slums and trash can alleys, and your sky cries water, and your dream pipes are pouring,
01:24and the lightnings are flashing, and the thunders are crashing, and the windows are rattling and
01:27breaking and the rooftops are shaking, and your whole world is slamming and banging, and
01:31your minutes of sun turn to hours of storm, and to yourself you sometimes say, I never
01:35knew it was going to be this way, why didn't they tell me the day I was born, and you start
01:38getting chills, and you're jumping from sweat, and you're looking for something you ain't
01:41quite found yet, and your knee deep in dark water with your hands in the air, and the whole
01:46world's watching with a window peek stare, and your good gal leaves, and she's long gone
01:49flying, and your heart feels sick like fish when they're frying, and your jackhammer falls from
01:54your hands to your feet, but you need it badly, and it lays on the street, and your bell's banging
01:58loudly, but you can't hear its beat, and you think your ears might have been hurt, or your eyes have
02:02turned filthy from the slight binding dirt, and you figured you failed in yesterday's rush, and you
02:06were faked out in the fool, but facing the fourth flush, and all the time you're holding three
02:09queens, it's making you mad, it's making you mean, like in the middle of life magazine, bouncing
02:14around in a pinball machine, and there's something on your mind that you want to be saying, that
02:18somebody someplace ought to be hearing, but it's trapped on your tongue, sealed in your head, and it bothers you
02:23badly when you're laying in bed, and no matter how you try, you just can't say it, and you're scared
02:27to your soul, you just might forget it, and your eyes get so many from the tears in your head, and your
02:30pillows and feathers turn to blankets of lead, and the lion's mouth opens, and you're staring at his
02:34teeth, and his jaws start closing with you underneath, and you're flat on your belly with your hands tied
02:38behind, and you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign, you say to yourself, just what am I doing
02:43on this road I'm walking, on this trail I'm turning, on this curve I'm hanging, on this pathway I'm
02:49strolling, in the space I'm taking, in this air I'm inhaling, am I mixed up too much, or mixed up too
02:53hard, why am I walking, where am I running, what am I saying, what am I knowing, on this guitar I'm
02:58playing, on this banjo I'm feeling, on this mandolin I'm strumming, in this song I'm singing, in a tune
03:03I'm humming, and the words that I'm thinking, in the words I'm writing, in this ocean of hours I'm all the
03:08time drinking, who am I helping, what am I breaking, what am I giving, what am I taking, but you try with
03:13your whole soul best never to think these thoughts, and never to let them kind of thoughts gain ground,
03:17or make your heart pound, but then again you know when they're around, just waiting for a chance to slip
03:21and drop down, because sometimes you hear them in the night time come creeping, and you fear they
03:25might catch you sleeping, and you jump from your bed from the last chapter of dreaming, and you can't
03:29remember for the best of your thinking if that was you in a dream that was screaming, and you know
03:33that's something special you're needing, you know there's no drug that'll do for the healing, and no
03:37liquor in the land to stop your brain from bleeding, you need something special, you need something
03:41special all right, you need a fast-flying train on a tornado track to shoot you someplace and shoot
03:45you back, you need a cyclone wind on a steam engine howler that's been banging and booming and blown
03:51forever that knows your troubles a hundred times over, you need a greyhound bus that don't bar no
03:55race that won't laugh at your looks, your voice, your face, and by any number of bets in the book
03:58will be rolling long after the bubble gum craze, you need something to open up a new door to show
04:03you something you've seen before but overlooked a hundred times or more, you need something to open
04:07your eyes, you need something to make it known that it's you and no one else that owns, that spot that
04:11you're standing, that space that you're sitting at, the world ain't got you beat, it ain't got you
04:15licked, it can't get you crazy no matter how many times you might get kicked, you need something
04:19special all right, you need something special to give you hope, but hope's just a word that maybe
04:23you said, maybe you heard on some windy corridor around a wide-angle curve, but that's what you need
04:28man, and you need it bad, and your trouble is you know it too good, because you look and you start
04:31getting the chills, because you can't find it on a dollar bill, and it ain't on Macy's windowsill,
04:36and it ain't on a real rich kid's road map, and it ain't made in no fat kid's fraternity house, and
04:41it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ, and it ain't on that dim lit stage with that half-wit
04:44comedian on it, ranting and raving and taking your money, and you think it's funny, and you can't
04:48find it neither in no nightclub, no yacht club, and it ain't in the seats of a supper club, and sure as
04:52hell you're bound to tell, no matter how hard you rub, you just ain't gonna find it on your ticket stub,
04:56no, it ain't in the rumors people are telling you, and it ain't in the pimple lotion people are
04:59selling you, and it ain't in the cardboard box house, or down in any movie star's blouse, and you can't find
05:04it on the golf course, and Uncle Remus can't tell you, and neither can Santa Claus, and it ain't in
05:09the cream puff hairdo, or cotton candy clothes, it ain't in the dime store dummies, and bubblegum goons,
05:13and it ain't in the marshmallow noises, or the chocolate cake voices, that come knocking, and
05:17tapping, and Christmas rapping, saying, ain't I pretty, and ain't I cute, look at my skin, look at my
05:21skin shine, look at my skin glow, look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry, when you can't even sense
05:26if they've got any insides, these people so pretty, and their ribbons and bowls, now you'll not now,
05:31no other day find it on the doorsteps made of paper mache, and inside with the people made of
05:35molasses, that every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses, and ain't in the 50 star generals, and
05:39flipped out phonies, who turn you in for a tenth of a penny, who breathe, and burp, and bend, and crack,
05:44and before you can count from one to ten, do it all over again, but this time behind your back, my friend,
05:48the ones that wheel, and deal, and whirl, and twirl, and play games with each other in the sandbox world,
05:53you can't find it either in the no-talent fools, that run around gallant, make all the rules, so the
05:57ones that got talent, and ain't the ones that ain't got any talent, but think they do, and think they're fooling you,
06:01the ones that jump on the wagon just for a while, because they know it's in style, to get the kicks,
06:05get out of it quick, and make all kinds of money, and chicks, and you yell to yourself, and you throw
06:08that on your hat, saying, Christ, do I got to be like that, ain't there no one here that knows where
06:12I'm at, ain't there no one here that knows how I feel, good God Almighty, that stuff ain't real,
06:17no, but that ain't your game, it ain't your race, you can't hear your name, you can't see your face,
06:21you got to look some other place, and where do you look for this hope that you're seeking, where do you look for
06:25this lamp that's burning, where do you look for this oil while gushing, where do you look for this candle that's
06:29glowing, where do you look for this hope that you know is there and out there somewhere, and your
06:33feet can only walk down two kinds of roads, your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows,
06:37your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways, you can touch and twist and turn two kinds of
06:42doorknobs, you can either go to the church of your choice, or you go to Brooklyn State Hospital,
06:46you find God in the church of your choice, you find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital,
06:51and that's only my opinion, I may be right or wrong, you find them both in Grand Canyon,
06:54and sundown, that's a good question,
07:18are you guys beautiful?
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07:45?
07:46Thank you, buddy.
