Today is my third day in Peru, enjoying the sun and surf
Written February 27, 1995. The last 4 lines are among the favorites that I’ve ever composed. This is also a tune:
Aching sickness, stomach of fire
Unbraid my knots of pain
or suffer with me, calm my neurosis
Be my bleach to remove this stain –
This rambling head of confusion
Squeezes, squeezes, screams of illusion
Delusions of tranquility
Swarms of instability –
If I could just SCREAM and
make my misery – make it what?
What do I want?
The brain of a thinker, the body of a slut
Destiny for who? for who?
Fate needs what? Undoing
An answered prayer is nothing but
the act of your religion ungluing
With a violent act all is gone
disappeared under the dirty smothering sheets
and with a wave of a tragic wand
All is lies, untruths, deceits –