I'm Writing A Novel

I ran down the road, pants down to my knees

Screaming "please come help me, that Canadian shaman

gave a little too much to me!"

And I'm writing a novel because it's never been done

before

First house that I saw I wrote house up on the door

And told the people who lived there they had to get out

"cause my reality is realer than yours"

And there's no time for the present

And there's a black dog on the bed

I went to the backyard to burn my only clothes

And the dog ran out and said "you can't turn nothing

into nothingness with me no more"

Well I'm no doctor but that monkey might be right

And if he is I'll be walking him my whole life

I rode to Malibu on a dune buggy with Neil

He said "you're gonna have to drive me down on the

beach if you ever want to write the real"

And I said "I'm sorry, young man what is your name

again?"

Now everywhere I go in West Hollywood

It's filled with people pretending they don't see the

actress and the actress wishing that they could

We could do ayahuasca

Baby if I wasn't holding all these drinks

Something 'bout the way Violet whips her hair

That makes me empty my pockets on the corner to corner

bumming twenties as if I was the mayor

I don't need any new friends, Momma

But I could really use something to do

So if you're up for it sometimes

I swear you wouldn't have to be my muse

Heidegger and Sartre, drinking poppy tea

I could've sworn last night I passed out in my van and

now these guys are pouring one for me

I'll never leave the canyon 'cause I'm surrounded on

all sides

By people writing novels and living on amusement rides