I'm Writing a Novel

I ran down the road, pants down to my knees

Screaming, "Please, come help me

That Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me"

And I'm writing a novel

Because it's never been done before

First house that I saw, I wrote house up on the door

And told the people who lived there

They had to get out 'cause my reality is realer than yours

And there's no time in the present

And there's a black dog on the bed

I went to the backyard to burn my only clothes

And the dog ran out and said

"You can't turn nothing into nothing", is with me no more

Well, I'm no doctor

But that monkey might be right

And if he is

I'll be walking him my whole life

I rode to Malibu on a dune buggy with Neil

He said, "You're gonna have to drive me down on the beach

If you ever want to write for real"

And I said, "I'm sorry

Young man, what is your name again?"

Now everywhere I go in West Hollywood

It's filled with people pretending they don't see the actress

And the actress wishing that they could

We could do ayahuasca

Baby, if I wasn't holding all these drinks

Something 'bout the way Violet whips her hair

That makes me empty my pockets on the corner to corner

Bumming twenties as if I was the mayor

Well, I don't need any new friends, mama

But I could really use something to do

So if you're up for it sometimes

I swear you wouldn't have to be my muse

Heidegger and Sartre, drinking poppy tea

I could've sworn last night I passed out in my van

And now these guys are pouring one for me

I'll never leave the canyon

'Cause I'm surrounded on all sides

By people writing novels

And living on amusement rides