Really gone, like.
And if I had a dream, oh, I thought I had a dream, or was it a nightmare, and what is this DREAM, now?[1], and it's nice to have the POWER inside that keeps you alive, and I want it, and with it: I want the freshness of a daisy[1], and if I had a dream, oh, I thought I had a dream, or was it a nightmare, and what is this DREAM, now?[2], and dreams separate you from the animals, and I'm surrounded by ANIMALS![1], and it's nice to have the POWER inside that keeps you alive, and I want it, and with it: I want the freshness of a daisy[2], and I'll be the phrasemaker, a dream-MAKER and SHAKER, and my phrases will get me out of the SHIT![1], and dreams separate you from the animals, and I'm surrounded by ANIMALS![2], and in BLAND reality: I can't tell the phoneys from the losers, the clowns from the killers, nor the freaks from the squares - however, I know they all hate dreams[1], and I'll be the phrasemaker, a dream-MAKER and SHAKER, and my phrases will get me out of the SHIT![2], and is it a-ROUND, here, this dream, where I can escape the animals?[1], and in BLAND reality: I can't tell the phoneys from the losers, the clowns from the killers, nor the freaks from the squares - however, I know they all hate dreams[2], and ... oh, hey, hey, hey, when I'm a-ROUND, a-round, a-ROUND, here, yeah, man, I feel GOOD![1], and is it a-ROUND, here, this dream, where I can escape the animals?[2], and this is RADICAL, and I ain't playing games, and I want everyone to see: look at me, look at me, look at me, I'm getting CLEAN!!![1], and ... oh, hey, hey, hey, when I'm a-ROUND, a-round, a-ROUND, here, yeah, man, I feel GOOD![2], and this ain't the nineteenth century, and Charles Dickens has been DEAD a hell of a long time[1], and this is RADICAL, and I ain't playing games, and I want everyone to see: look at me, look at me, look at me, I'm getting CLEAN!!![2], and Rimbaud, he's still ALIVE!!!, and Kafka and Beckett, they're still ALIVE!!![1], and this ain't the nineteenth century, and Charles Dickens has been DEAD a hell of a long time[2], and all my rivals, the fleshy, bony writers, they're walking, talking, and breathing, and writing books, for the love of Christ!, DEAD, DEAD, DEAD[1], and Rimbaud, he's still ALIVE!!!, and Kafka and Beckett, they're still ALIVE!!![2], and this has got to be my dream because I feel (GOOD) alive, here[1], and all my rivals, the fleshy, bony writers, they're walking, talking, and breathing, and writing books, for the love of Christ!, DEAD, DEAD, DEAD[2], and NOW I can float like a butterfly, and I can sting like a bee[1], and this has got to be my dream because I feel (GOOD) alive, here[2], and a-ROUND, yes, yes, YES - this emotional intensity, this great vision, and this LIFE: 'But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the love which moves the sun and the other stars'[1], and NOW I can float like a butterfly, and I can sting like a bee[2], and there's no need for high imagination when you're GONE, and look at me, I'm flying, and look at me, I'm smiling, and look at me - I'm not even here, now[1], and a-ROUND, yes, yes, YES - this emotional intensity, this great vision, and this LIFE: 'But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the love which moves the sun and the other stars'[2], and they'll say I've lost the plot, so FASTER!!![1], and there's no need for high imagination when you're GONE, and look at me, I'm flying, and look at me, I'm smiling, and look at me - I'm not even here, now[2], and if I had a dream, oh, I thought I had a dream, or was it a nightmare, and what is this DREAM, now?[3], and they'll say I've lost the plot, so FASTER!!![2], and it's nice to have the POWER inside that keeps you alive, and I want it, and with it: I want the freshness of a daisy[3], and dreams separate you from the animals, and I'm surrounded by ANIMALS![3], and I'll be the phrasemaker, a dream-MAKER and SHAKER, and my phrases will get me out of the SHIT![3], and in BLAND reality: I can't tell the phoneys from the losers, the clowns from the killers, nor the freaks from the squares - however, I know they all hate dreams[3], and is it a-ROUND, here, this dream, where I can escape the animals?[3], and ... oh, hey, hey, hey, when I'm a-ROUND, a-round, a-ROUND, here, yeah, man, I feel GOOD![3], and this is RADICAL, and I ain't playing games, and I want everyone to see: look at me, look at me, look at me, I'm getting CLEAN!!![3], and this ain't the nineteenth century, and Charles Dickens has been DEAD a hell of a long time[3], and Rimbaud, he's still ALIVE!!!, and Kafka and Beckett, they're still ALIVE!!![3], and all my rivals, the fleshy, bony writers, they're walking, talking, and breathing, and writing books, for the love of Christ!, DEAD, DEAD, DEAD[3], and this has got to be my dream because I feel (GOOD) alive, here[3], and NOW I can float like a butterfly, and I can sting like a bee[3], and a-ROUND, yes, yes, YES - this emotional intensity, this great vision, and this LIFE: 'But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the love which moves the sun and the other stars'[3], and there's no need for high imagination when you're GONE, and look at me, I'm flying, and look at me, I'm smiling, and look at me - I'm not even here, now[3], and they'll say I've lost the plot, so FASTER!!![3], and
And if I had a dream, oh, I thought I had a dream, or was it a nightmare, and what is this DREAM, now?[1], and it's nice to have the POWER inside that keeps you alive, and I want it, and with it: I want the freshness of a daisy[1], and if I had a dream, oh, I thought I had a dream, or was it a nightmare, and what is this DREAM, now?[2], and dreams separate you from the animals, and I'm surrounded by ANIMALS![1], and it's nice to have the POWER inside that keeps you alive, and I want it, and with it: I want the freshness of a daisy[2], and I'll be the phrasemaker, a dream-MAKER and SHAKER, and my phrases will get me out of the SHIT![1], and dreams separate you from the animals, and I'm surrounded by ANIMALS![2], and in BLAND reality: I can't tell the phoneys from the losers, the clowns from the killers, nor the freaks from the squares - however, I know they all hate dreams[1], and I'll be the phrasemaker, a dream-MAKER and SHAKER, and my phrases will get me out of the SHIT![2], and is it a-ROUND, here, this dream, where I can escape the animals?[1], and in BLAND reality: I can't tell the phoneys from the losers, the clowns from the killers, nor the freaks from the squares - however, I know they all hate dreams[2], and ... oh, hey, hey, hey, when I'm a-ROUND, a-round, a-ROUND, here, yeah, man, I feel GOOD![1], and is it a-ROUND, here, this dream, where I can escape the animals?[2], and this is RADICAL, and I ain't playing games, and I want everyone to see: look at me, look at me, look at me, I'm getting CLEAN!!![1], and ... oh, hey, hey, hey, when I'm a-ROUND, a-round, a-ROUND, here, yeah, man, I feel GOOD![2], and this ain't the nineteenth century, and Charles Dickens has been DEAD a hell of a long time[1], and this is RADICAL, and I ain't playing games, and I want everyone to see: look at me, look at me, look at me, I'm getting CLEAN!!![2], and Rimbaud, he's still ALIVE!!!, and Kafka and Beckett, they're still ALIVE!!![1], and this ain't the nineteenth century, and Charles Dickens has been DEAD a hell of a long time[2], and all my rivals, the fleshy, bony writers, they're walking, talking, and breathing, and writing books, for the love of Christ!, DEAD, DEAD, DEAD[1], and Rimbaud, he's still ALIVE!!!, and Kafka and Beckett, they're still ALIVE!!![2], and this has got to be my dream because I feel (GOOD) alive, here[1], and all my rivals, the fleshy, bony writers, they're walking, talking, and breathing, and writing books, for the love of Christ!, DEAD, DEAD, DEAD[2], and NOW I can float like a butterfly, and I can sting like a bee[1], and this has got to be my dream because I feel (GOOD) alive, here[2], and a-ROUND, yes, yes, YES - this emotional intensity, this great vision, and this LIFE: 'But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the love which moves the sun and the other stars'[1], and NOW I can float like a butterfly, and I can sting like a bee[2], and there's no need for high imagination when you're GONE, and look at me, I'm flying, and look at me, I'm smiling, and look at me - I'm not even here, now[1], and a-ROUND, yes, yes, YES - this emotional intensity, this great vision, and this LIFE: 'But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the love which moves the sun and the other stars'[2], and they'll say I've lost the plot, so FASTER!!![1], and there's no need for high imagination when you're GONE, and look at me, I'm flying, and look at me, I'm smiling, and look at me - I'm not even here, now[2], and if I had a dream, oh, I thought I had a dream, or was it a nightmare, and what is this DREAM, now?[3], and they'll say I've lost the plot, so FASTER!!![2], and it's nice to have the POWER inside that keeps you alive, and I want it, and with it: I want the freshness of a daisy[3], and dreams separate you from the animals, and I'm surrounded by ANIMALS![3], and I'll be the phrasemaker, a dream-MAKER and SHAKER, and my phrases will get me out of the SHIT![3], and in BLAND reality: I can't tell the phoneys from the losers, the clowns from the killers, nor the freaks from the squares - however, I know they all hate dreams[3], and is it a-ROUND, here, this dream, where I can escape the animals?[3], and ... oh, hey, hey, hey, when I'm a-ROUND, a-round, a-ROUND, here, yeah, man, I feel GOOD![3], and this is RADICAL, and I ain't playing games, and I want everyone to see: look at me, look at me, look at me, I'm getting CLEAN!!![3], and this ain't the nineteenth century, and Charles Dickens has been DEAD a hell of a long time[3], and Rimbaud, he's still ALIVE!!!, and Kafka and Beckett, they're still ALIVE!!![3], and all my rivals, the fleshy, bony writers, they're walking, talking, and breathing, and writing books, for the love of Christ!, DEAD, DEAD, DEAD[3], and this has got to be my dream because I feel (GOOD) alive, here[3], and NOW I can float like a butterfly, and I can sting like a bee[3], and a-ROUND, yes, yes, YES - this emotional intensity, this great vision, and this LIFE: 'But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the love which moves the sun and the other stars'[3], and there's no need for high imagination when you're GONE, and look at me, I'm flying, and look at me, I'm smiling, and look at me - I'm not even here, now[3], and they'll say I've lost the plot, so FASTER!!![3], and
And if I had a dream, oh, I thought I had a dream, or was it a nightmare, and what is this DREAM, now?[1], and it's nice to have the POWER inside that keeps you alive, and I want it, and with it: I want the freshness of a daisy[1], and if I had a dream, oh, I thought I had a dream, or was it a nightmare, and what is this DREAM, now?[2], and dreams separate you from the animals, and I'm surrounded by ANIMALS![1], and it's nice to have the POWER inside that keeps you alive, and I want it, and with it: I want the freshness of a daisy[2], and I'll be the phrasemaker, a dream-MAKER and SHAKER, and my phrases will get me out of the SHIT![1], and dreams separate you from the animals, and I'm surrounded by ANIMALS![2], and in BLAND reality: I can't tell the phoneys from the losers, the clowns from the killers, nor the freaks from the squares - however, I know they all hate dreams[1], and I'll be the phrasemaker, a dream-MAKER and SHAKER, and my phrases will get me out of the SHIT![2], and is it a-ROUND, here, this dream, where I can escape the animals?[1], and in BLAND reality: I can't tell the phoneys from the losers, the clowns from the killers, nor the freaks from the squares - however, I know they all hate dreams[2], and ... oh, hey, hey, hey, when I'm a-ROUND, a-round, a-ROUND, here, yeah, man, I feel GOOD![1], and is it a-ROUND, here, this dream, where I can escape the animals?[2], and this is RADICAL, and I ain't playing games, and I want everyone to see: look at me, look at me, look at me, I'm getting CLEAN!!![1], and ... oh, hey, hey, hey, when I'm a-ROUND, a-round, a-ROUND, here, yeah, man, I feel GOOD![2], and this ain't the nineteenth century, and Charles Dickens has been DEAD a hell of a long time[1], and this is RADICAL, and I ain't playing games, and I want everyone to see: look at me, look at me, look at me, I'm getting CLEAN!!![2], and Rimbaud, he's still ALIVE!!!, and Kafka and Beckett, they're still ALIVE!!![1], and this ain't the nineteenth century, and Charles Dickens has been DEAD a hell of a long time[2], and all my rivals, the fleshy, bony writers, they're walking, talking, and breathing, and writing books, for the love of Christ!, DEAD, DEAD, DEAD[1], and Rimbaud, he's still ALIVE!!!, and Kafka and Beckett, they're still ALIVE!!![2], and this has got to be my dream because I feel (GOOD) alive, here[1], and all my rivals, the fleshy, bony writers, they're walking, talking, and breathing, and writing books, for the love of Christ!, DEAD, DEAD, DEAD[2], and NOW I can float like a butterfly, and I can sting like a bee[1], and this has got to be my dream because I feel (GOOD) alive, here[2], and a-ROUND, yes, yes, YES - this emotional intensity, this great vision, and this LIFE: 'But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the love which moves the sun and the other stars'[1], and NOW I can float like a butterfly, and I can sting like a bee[2], and there's no need for high imagination when you're GONE, and look at me, I'm flying, and look at me, I'm smiling, and look at me - I'm not even here, now[1], and a-ROUND, yes, yes, YES - this emotional intensity, this great vision, and this LIFE: 'But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the love which moves the sun and the other stars'[2], and they'll say I've lost the plot, so FASTER!!![1], and there's no need for high imagination when you're GONE, and look at me, I'm flying, and look at me, I'm smiling, and look at me - I'm not even here, now[2], and if I had a dream, oh, I thought I had a dream, or was it a nightmare, and what is this DREAM, now?[3], and they'll say I've lost the plot, so FASTER!!![2], and it's nice to have the POWER inside that keeps you alive, and I want it, and with it: I want the freshness of a daisy[3], and dreams separate you from the animals, and I'm surrounded by ANIMALS![3], and I'll be the phrasemaker, a dream-MAKER and SHAKER, and my phrases will get me out of the SHIT![3], and in BLAND reality: I can't tell the phoneys from the losers, the clowns from the killers, nor the freaks from the squares - however, I know they all hate dreams[3], and is it a-ROUND, here, this dream, where I can escape the animals?[3], and ... oh, hey, hey, hey, when I'm a-ROUND, a-round, a-ROUND, here, yeah, man, I feel GOOD![3], and this is RADICAL, and I ain't playing games, and I want everyone to see: look at me, look at me, look at me, I'm getting CLEAN!!![3], and this ain't the nineteenth century, and Charles Dickens has been DEAD a hell of a long time[3], and Rimbaud, he's still ALIVE!!!, and Kafka and Beckett, they're still ALIVE!!![3], and all my rivals, the fleshy, bony writers, they're walking, talking, and breathing, and writing books, for the love of Christ!, DEAD, DEAD, DEAD[3], and this has got to be my dream because I feel (GOOD) alive, here[3], and NOW I can float like a butterfly, and I can sting like a bee[3], and a-ROUND, yes, yes, YES - this emotional intensity, this great vision, and this LIFE: 'But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the love which moves the sun and the other stars'[3], and there's no need for high imagination when you're GONE, and look at me, I'm flying, and look at me, I'm smiling, and look at me - I'm not even here, now[3], and they'll say I've lost the plot, so FASTER!!![3], and
