A patient in ward 13 South at May Reves Hospital Center
told me that in the Fall of 2007, our world was taken hostage
by an evil being from another dimension!
I nodded, and stared into his exposed stomach, which
quaked in fear of his dissociated mind!
Ward 13 South is an adult psychiatric unit, I was given pills
of various shapes and sizes, with the presumed intention of
adjusting the temperature of my mind
to a state of maximum warmth.
When the pills proved ineffective, I turned in a 72-hour letter
to the director of the hospital.
I was promptly discharged, and it was advised that I have
no further contact with anyone I had met on the unit.
What happens on 13 South stays on 13 South!
Through their many failed attempts to adjust the temperature
of my mind, the doctors on ward 13 South proved themselves to be
both weak and incompetent as
human beings and medical professionals, respectively.
And though my mind remains at a steady temperature of
12 degrees Fahrenheit, far lower than that of
the average American, I was often noted for the warm presence
I brought to the otherwise cold and clinical environment
of the unit.
In the hours leading up to my discharge,
I borrowed a number 2 pencil from the Nurse's Station.
And in an empty space on the wall in the four-bedded room
I'd called a home the past ten days, I wrote,
I have reached the other side, and the grass is no greener,
than from within the confines of your Chinese prison.
My mind is cold, and I am somebody!
Good evening, I am somebody.
Talked to the man who lived without a home,
told me he wasn't that scared.
Talked to the man who inherited the world,
yeah, he told me he wasn't that sad.
Found the spiders, breeding on the couch,
on top of my bed.
Found a piece of wood inside my thumb.
I tore it out! Yeah!
Talked to the man who was trapped within the walls of a
prison, hidden underground.
Singing, when your mind is cold, you are somebody.
When your mind is cold, you are somebody.
You can be everybody.
I'd like to thank you for having me tonight.
But when your mind is cold, you'll thank me. Yeah!
Talked to the man who lived without a heart,
told me he wasn't that lost.
Talked to the man who lived without a name,
yeah, he told me he wasn't that sad.
Found out you were in my dream, when I
thought about you all night.
You were a vampire, in a vampire bar,
drinking blood until you died! Yeah!
Talked to the man who was standing next to you,
he stared into my eyes.
And when your mind is cold, you are somebody.
When your mind is cold, you are somebody.
You can be everybody.
I'd like to thank you for having me tonight.
But when your mind is cold, you'll thank me. Yeah!
credits
from Dogs vs. Cats,
released December 6, 2013
Cannonball Statman - Frankenguitar, Acoustic Guitar, and Vocals.
Music and lyrics by Cannonball Statman.
Recording engineered and produced by Cannonball Statman in Brooklyn, NY.
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