THE STRANGE CASE OF DOCTOR X
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I WAS A TEENAGE FRANKENSTEIN / 485 / BLOW ME AWAY / ANGELS EVERYWHERE (FOR THE 2013 BOSTON MARATHON) / KITCHEN MAN
IT’S A PERFECT DAY / NO SURPRISES / WHY DON’T WE GET LOST? / AND ALL THAT COULD HAVE BEEN
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GLENN WILLIAMS: BASS, BACKING VOCALS |
LARRY HARVEY: DRUMS, POTS AND PANS |
BILLY CARL MANCINI: ALL THE GOOD GUITAR PARTS |
RUBY BIRD: |
RECORDED BY TIM CASEY AT THE KON TIKI LOUNGE / BILL MASON AT SECOND STORY STUDIO / KWAME NORVILLE AT STUDIO 99
THE STRANGE CASE OF DOCTOR X:
I was born and raised and damn proud of it, says Jim, an what’s it to you anyway? No never mind to me, says the stranger.
I was just commenting on your fine automobile. It’s befitting a man who plays electric guitar. Since when you been doing that?
Jim says since thirteen. Didn’t get good till eighteen or so, though. Kept me off the streets, it did. Unlike the roadkill I hung around with.
But then again, who’s not? Not I, says the stranger. I’m still here. I dodged the bus and the bullet. Some of those who were with me didn’t.
They didn’t have the drugs back then to make you feel better inside - some just gave up and either went out in a hail of gunfire or real quiet like in their bedroom.
Nowadays people are streaming softly. Softly along like you’n your automobile. Is that a 465? Nope, says Jim, its a 485, and I love it you best believe.
This ain’t gonna end up onna junk heap - this baby’s being buried with me. Some people see machines like they’re junk, and some machines see people the same way.
I’m just tryin’ to find a happy medium - but it ain‘t easy. Some people even use machines and junk to hurt other people.
Like once in my town. Full of hate and fake religious venom and scrap metal. It’s amazing what a brother can convince a brother to do.
So many people hurt, but so many people helping. I always figured the average person would run to help, and goddamn it, those angels did.
Brought a tear to my eye, especially in the wee hours of dawn, when the cameras and all the suburbanites were gone
and there was nothing but me and the teddy bears and sneakers and the cards and the FBI guys who were tired but still wary.
I worked on that block at the time, teaching math to teenagers who had seen far worse in their neighborhoods,
but that never made the national news now, did it? I mean what they saw in their neighborhoods, not me teaching.
The stranger looked at Jim and said I think you’re wandering a bit - how about some eats? I can cook a mean gumbo.
That’s how I got me my wife, an’ I’ve been cooking ever since. Jim said OK and they took a bus down to the city,
where the sun was out and the air was clean for once. Truth be told, says Jim, this fine weather depresses me a bit.
I seen my friends die, my country turn facist, my teeth rot, my old man lose his mind, and still that damn sun keeps shining.
I got a house and a yard that’s so damn pretty I wanna puke. Why don’t things look the way I feel?
Just then the stranger notices a terribly agitated guy standing about twenty feet or so away from them.
And he’s got a 100% legal, semi-automatic gun that can kill the Mormon Tabernacle Choir in 30 seconds,
with a couple of rounds to spare to take out the light at the top of their Christmas tree.
I think how you feel don’t enter into it right now, says the stranger. In fact, I think we best be moving along immediately.....
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