Fugue
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S: Fugue
I:
“This is not my identification.”
…
(repeat ad infinitum, distort, static, fade out)
V1:
Walking barefoot through the valley of the red clay
Shivering in the sun,
Chasing a dream that’s already done.
Mirage on my tongue, system’s failin’
from these poisons I’m inhalin’.
I woke up in a business suit,
Marc Jacobs and rhinestones on my boot,
Drawing blanks in my mind, nothin’ to shoot.
Swimming through the jungle,
Breathin my last,
Surfing through the tidal waves while tied to the mast.
V2:
Swipe my tongue over a warrior spirit
See my reflection in an oasis, mirror it. Chunk some gunk from out my trunk,
Haul the trash, pump and dump.
Skim my eyes over yonder-
What’s that I hear, coming through the valley of my greatest fear?
It’s a Hummer with an engine that roars like thunder.
Climbing out the back is a man with no eyes-
He says, “Son, walk in a straight line over here.”
C:
Scrapin’ licks in the Badlands, tumbling like a weed,
A tree by the oasis where I plant the seed.
Brain steaming, vegetable in a pressure pot.
Speak in tongues when you talk to me!
Water, water, cooking pot,
Gimme a drink, oh, that hits the spot...
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
Water, water, not a drop…
I’m addicted to the heat, the chase,
I can’t stop.
Leave it all behind, slam the door…
I wake up on the cutting room floor.
V3:
He talks, he talks, a pig in a suit.
A jarhead, a bar head, serve me a brew.
My vision blurs, can’t see the lines,
Walking helter-skelter, head pounding like a bass drum.
He takes me aside and shines a light in my eye-
“Son, what are you doing out here? You tryna die?”
I could not make a noise, could not whistle a tune-
The funny farm called my name way over the sand dunes.
My name tag fell off, don’t know who I am…
In the trunk of the Hummer, I bang my head.
B:
Fishbowl sound effects
Get out of the sun…
Sunburn on your lung…
Get out of the sun…
Can you hear me, son?
Can you hear me, son?
…
Static
C:
Scrapin’ licks in the Badlands, tumbling like a weed,
A tree by the oasis where I plant the seed.
Brain steaming, vegetable in a pressure pot.
Speak in tongues when you talk to me!
Water, water, cooking pot,
Gimme a drink, oh, that hits the spot...
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
Water, water, not a drop…
I’m addicted to the heat, the chase,
I can’t stop.
Leave it all behind, slam the door…
I wake up on the cutting room floor.
O:
The voice of the “Hummer Driver”, aloft
“This kook’s been runnin’ through the streets,
damn near forgot who he was...”
Voice of a doctor joins him
“How’s an office worker like him get so out of sorts?
We’ve got him on an IV,
but I don’t know what to do about
the rats chewing at his wires…”
…
I wake up on the cutting room floor...