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