Played this track for my dad. He said "This is no longer the ramblings of an isolated crazy person. This is good art." Or something like that. I took it as a compliment.
Much is owed to Stone Temple Pilots, The Band, and the late Alan Watts for this one, as well as Bill Finger & Bob Kane.
Ignore the warning pouring from this evil mouth
drooling foolish, spewing news for you to scream about
I live this life I mostly only used to dream about
I'm a candle in the sun; somehow it just evens out
I've heard the learnéd words from herds of dirty, thieving louts
I know the road is cold and hopeless, so I need my doubts
my wits are sharper though; my cuts are cleaner now
I got the skills to make the kills, leave you bleeding out
tools snicker-snack sharp, razor-blade fine
reflective as selective spectral sun's rays shine
love my neighbor patiently, but at the same time...
I got these two middle fingers in a raised sign
the blues can make you happy and sad at the same time
and that's how I clock sane in a deranged time
peace is the hope, but I ain't tryin to change minds
I told you I was crazy, baby. I ain't blind.
hazy shade of crazy, baby; I ain't changed... I'm
the aviator, taking aim & making gains align
amazing ape; I shake with rabies and behave fine
the pains the same, and it remains... mine.
the past doesn't exist
the future doesn't exist
there is only the present
and that's the only real you that there is
I ran for mayor of Dogville, to unexpected cheers
threatened the infrastructure of my unelected peers
but those unconscionable bastards work protected fears
anyone else who wants democracy, does not expect it here
could find the answers if the analytics might be scanned
to know exactly why we leave the meat and bite the hand
worship a country made of paper, turn and smite the land
I'd rather just go get twisted, man... that's a delightful plan
I got the right to write it, critics got a right to pan
even if it's clear to all that they just don't quite understand
applaud with abandon at this magic sleight of hand
but forgive me if I sit, for I am too polite to stand
maybe the dust under this razor blade can save me
plenty of good intentions here to pave the way that breaks me
off the chain, outta the cage; grateful, baked, and lazy
a hazy shade of crazy? I'm depraved and hateful.
from Bat Country,
released April 14, 2015
written, arranged by Duke Ellis
produced, performed by Duke Buzzy
recorded, mixed, mastered by Duke Ellis at Krow Magma Studio, Toronto