it can be one of your own or one by someone else,
something that fits your mood or something that's
just special to you.

Pushing thru' the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, Earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys, electric irons and TV's
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people

A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don't think you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk

We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
We've got five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
We've got five years, that's all we've got


probably my fav David Bowie song EVER. what an amazing song!


[Edited 9/5/05 11:02am]

Sometimes I try to do things and it just doesn't work out the way I wanted to.
I get real frustrated and I try hard to do it and I take my time and it
doesn't work out the way I wanted to.
It's like I concentrate real hard and it doesn't work out
Everything I do and everything I try never turns out
It's like I need time to figure these things out
But there's always someone there going

Hey Chris:
You know we've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems lately.You
know, maybe you should get away and maybe you should talk about it, maybe
you'll feel a lot better

And I go:
No it's okay, you know... I'll figure it out. Just leave me alone, I'll figure
it out. You know, I'll just work it out by myself.

And they go:
Well, you know, if you want to talk about it I'll be here, you know, and you'll
probably feel a lot better if you talk about it.

And I go:
No, I don't want to, I'm okay, I'll figure it out myself. They just keep bugging me and it builds up inside.

I was in my room, and I was just, like, staring at the wall thinking about
everything, but then again I was thinking about nothing,
and then my mom came in, and I didn't even know she was there, she called my name and I didn't even hear it, and then she started screaming Chris. CHRIS!!

And I go:
What, what's the matter?

And she goes:
What's the matter with you?

I go:
There's nothing wrong mom.

And she goes:
Don't tell me that, you're on drugs!

And I go:
No, mom, I'm not on drugs I'm okay. I was just thinking you know, why don't
you get me a pepsi.

And she goes:
NO you're on drugs!

I go:
Mom I'm okay, I'm just thinking.

She goes:
No you're not thinking, you're on drugs! Normal people don't act that way!

I go:
Mom just give me a Pepsi please?
All I want is a Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me.
Just a Pepsi

I was sitting in my room and my mom and my dad came in and they pulled up
a chair and they sat down, they go:
Chris, we need to talk to you

And I go:
Okay what's the matter?

They go:
Me and your mom have been noticing lately that you've been having a lot of
problems, you've been going off for no reason and we're afraid you're gonna
hurt somebody, we're afraid you're gonna hurt yourself.
So we decided that it would be in your best interest if we put you somewhere
where you could get the help that you need.

And I go:
Wait, what do you mean, what are you talking about, WE decided!? My best
interest?! How can YOU know what my best interest is? How can YOU say what
MY best interest is? What are you trying to say, I'm crazy? When I went to
YOUR schools, I went to YOUR churches! So how can you say I'm crazy?!?

So you're gonna be institutionalized
You'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes
You won't have any say
They'll brainwash you until you see their way.

They say they're gonna fix my brain
Alleviate my suffering and my pain
But by the time they fix my head
Mentally I'll be dead

They give you a white shirt with long sleeves
Tied around you're back, you're treated like thieves
Drug you up because they're lazy
It's too much work to help a crazy

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

It doesn't matter, the insurance money is about to run out anyhow.....