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I’m on a pl(ain)ane

The finest day that I’ve ever had

Was when I learned to cry on command

Later in my twenties I felt like I understood this lyric. It reminds me of the day that the profound sadness that permeated everything on the surface was not what I was supposed to be feeling.

That didn’t make it less comfortable, though. You can hear about that in Frances Farmer two (?) records later.

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Good Feeling

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Good feeling
Won’t you stay with me just a little longer
It always seems like your leaving
When I need you here just a little longer
Dear lady there’s so many things
That I have come to fear
Little voice says I’m going crazy
To see all my worlds disappear
Vague sketch of a fantasy
Laughing at the sunrise
Like he’s been up all night
Ooh slippin’ and slidin’
What a good time but now
Have have to find a bed
That can take this wait
Good feeling
Won’t you say stay with me just a little longer
It always seems like your leaving
When I know the other one
Just a little too well
Oh dear lady
Won’t you stay with me just a little longer
Why does it always seems like your leaving
When I need you here just a little longer

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Turn around time goes on

The place where I stand gives way to liquid lino
Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino
The place where I stand gives way to liquid lino
Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino
Don’t mind the crowds
Search for the spaces
Turn around time goes on (Turn around time’s gone)
A day to day basis (Take ten paces)
Been up ahead
Can’t made head or tail of it
I drink till I’m drunk
And I smoke till I’m senseless
See you black and white
Feel in slow motion
I drown myself in sorrow
Until I wake up tomorrow
The illusion of confusion is not from where I am sat
Different recycles resemble me
Different levels of the devils company.

They lead us outside, take us out quietly
To the cage through the bars
You see scars: results of my rage
The place where I stand gives way to liquid lino
Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping whino
The place where I stand gives way to liquid lino
Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping whino
The mind’s a crowd, search for the the spaces
And turn around time’s gone, I take ten paces.
Been up ahead – can’t make head or tale of it
I drink till I’m drunk, and I smoke till I’m senseless.
You see in black and white, feel in slow motion,
I drown myself in sorrow, until I wake up tomorrow
(The illusion of, until I wake up)