Samurai Cowboy

You dig everything in life, everything you've seen
Everywhere you've been you have been thinking all of the time
Everything that's happened to you has been made or construed to brood
At least passively in the life of the mind

So you dig memory is such nothing gets away
Everything you touch finds a place deep inside your inner clutch
And it seems gigantical scenes pouring in from your outer dreams
Wrinkle mental stuff in your own skully hutch

And once you think it naught you can do to stop you've simply got to cop
Nevertheless the thought can really wig you
Like sometimes I'll go for a run there's nothing I expect to run to
When all of the sudden the thought begins a feeling like in my brain
There lives an alien and it gets funky then
Then I think maybe I am just a little man in a space capsule
Riding 'round in a balloon deep down inside my head
(Some big old giant's head, dig?)

I'm driving the running the motion sequence of running and pushing
And pumping the oxygen deep in the plumbing sumping on to some-way
Somehow keep on moving the giant keeping him pliant
Right now an arch typical synaptically of light a firing anatomical hit
Is right now getting down, dig?
Shooting a rapid fire sparkle chemical in the atmosphere, here
And thinking that I'm thinking of thinking only makes me think a kink
In a way that only goes to cite that Descartes was right! Ha-ha!

So you dig everything in life, everything you've seen
Everywhere you've been, you have been thinking all of the time
Everything that's happened to you has been made or construed to brood
At least passively in the life of the mind

So you dig memory is such nothing gets away
Everything you touch finds a place deep inside your inner clutch
And it seems gigantical scenes pouring in from your outer dreams
Wrinkle mental stuff in your own skully hutch