I couldn’t wait for it to go on sale

Caught a cormorant with a scissor tail

And then I dressed him up in a bolo tie and told him

“Best go West boy, with them laser eyes”

Then we burnt it up just like an offering

With your vampire teeth, boy

And your decoder ring from a cereal box up on a Saturday

That brand of bliss that requires AAs

I had to stop editing myself; like constantly calibrating

Gotta reinvent, like in a Ram Dass way

Tie this ratking nest of thinning Swedish roots up in a pile of fishtail braids

String these wasted arms up in a million beads

And explode the faith the fuck up out a mustard seed

So we cut the tape and I master it

And we send it to some label cats down in Mississipp

Of course they pass on it ‘cause they’re good businessmen

But I’m not one yet and so we try again

(and again)

Should I crumble or commit myself

Either way

Buy my records please

I’m moving to the forest

I’m over it with inboxes

Anyway, congratulations on your successful exorcism

I mean it!