it looks like rain
black packages with no silver lines
where is my brain?
i lost my soul but what’s to find?
deep end
a car pulls up the door flies open
white coat man steps up to me
behind me two more men approaching
do they think that i don’t see?
they want to know how i feel
want to know if i still steal
they want to know how i deal
with their real and the unreal
defend it’s insanity that’s on the mend
why don’t we pretend this fantasy has a happy end
i think i answered all their questions
some were less some more of me
i think they thought them more suggestion
of how i ought to be
i don’t think they know how i feel
it’s my soul they want to steal
don’t think I’m up to their ideal
this is pantomime creel
deep end
I’m falling in and I’m falling off again
in between friends
on who now can i ever depend?
I’m off the deep end
lightning and rain
electric jolts to right my mind
this jacket straight is warm inside
this one obviously goes into my unstable being and the tormented mind of a sociopath...at least some comfort is found within at the end...
this song has some very vague allusions to some books i read as a kid (i would hide in some of that sci-fi fantasy stuff, Tolkien, Brooks) ...i'll give anyone a dollar if they can connect those dots...the not-so-vague references to the weather made for cool production adds
there may be some Tull nods in here as well