David Keenan - Me, Myself and Lunacy lyrics
[David Keenan - Me, Myself and Lunacy lyrics]
Becalmed in the wake of the latest storm
Swollen blue skies
Not long before in a cardboard
Box I refused to die
Childish acts of repetition repetition
Interludes
Tired memories looped upon a spindly spool
The fear of being abandoned abusive delusion
Method actor Jekyl and Hyde
I am the father and the
Mother's brother's distant cousin
The children and the wives
A multitude of thousands live inside my head
Manufacturing weapons demanding to be fed
Me myself and lunacy are breaking bread
Me myself and lunacy are on the mend
But it's hard to accept that
Your mind is sound
When your heart's become an art exhibition
And it's hard to inspect
Whether your mind mind's still
Fried or wrecked
When your life's become a public execution
Undertaker by trade, grave by nature
Writes something down continues walking
There is method in the movement
Ideas practising yoga stretch
A zoom recorder is needed
To dictate revelation
To be a man is to shave with a
Dry blade at fifteen years of age
Me myself and lunacy are breaking bread
Me myself and lunacy are on the mend
But it's hard to accept that
Your mind is sound
When your heart's become an art exhibition
And it's hard to inspect
Whether your mind mind's still
Fried or wrecked
When your life's become a public execution
Swollen blue skies
Not long before in a cardboard
Box I refused to die
Childish acts of repetition repetition
Interludes
Tired memories looped upon a spindly spool
The fear of being abandoned abusive delusion
Method actor Jekyl and Hyde
I am the father and the
Mother's brother's distant cousin
The children and the wives
A multitude of thousands live inside my head
Manufacturing weapons demanding to be fed
Me myself and lunacy are breaking bread
Me myself and lunacy are on the mend
But it's hard to accept that
Your mind is sound
When your heart's become an art exhibition
And it's hard to inspect
Whether your mind mind's still
Fried or wrecked
When your life's become a public execution
Undertaker by trade, grave by nature
Writes something down continues walking
There is method in the movement
Ideas practising yoga stretch
A zoom recorder is needed
To dictate revelation
To be a man is to shave with a
Dry blade at fifteen years of age
Me myself and lunacy are breaking bread
Me myself and lunacy are on the mend
But it's hard to accept that
Your mind is sound
When your heart's become an art exhibition
And it's hard to inspect
Whether your mind mind's still
Fried or wrecked
When your life's become a public execution