"The free man is immoral because
he is determined in everything
to depend upon himself and
not upon observance."

"The anima very much enjoys
sitting for her portrait.
But the Animus is a clever fox.
It covers it's tracks with it's tail.
(Carl Jung)


chords and lyrics

The (C)clouds didn't look like (Dm)cotton
they didn't (G)even (F)look like (C)clouds
I was underneath the (Dm)weather
and my (G)friends looked (F)like a (C)crowd

The (Am)swimmin hole was (C)full of rum
I (F)tried to find out (C)why
(C)all I (Dm)learned my friend
is you've got to (G)swim be(F)fore you (C)fly.

I've got (F)two (C)girls
one's in (Am)heaven, one's (Dm)below
(C) one I love with (Dm)all my heart
and (G)one I (F)do not (C)know.

Two(C) lonesome dudes on an (Dm)ugly horse
Passed (G) by not (F) long (C) ago
They (C) asked me where the(Dm) action was
I (G) said I (F)did not (C)know

And as they (Am) disappeared into the(C) brush
I (F)heard the driver (C) say

(C)He's a little slow (Dm)between the ears
He's (G) always(F) been that (C)way


Jolly Jane just lays around and listens with her mouth.
She's had about a dozen husbands,
but the last one just pulled out.
Now who's gonna bring her dinner
through the weary years ahead?
All she'll get from me is sympathy,
got no time to see she's fed.


Cold down on the bayou,
they say it's in your mind.
But the moccasins are treadin' ice
and leavin' strange designs
Cajuns say the last time
this happened they werent' here
Aw, beaumont's full of penguins
and I'm a playin' it by ear.


- My peers, lately, have found companionship through means of intoxication - it makes them sociable. I, however, cannot force myself to use drugs to cheat on my loneliness - it is all that I have - and when the drugs and alcohol dissipate, will be all that my peers have as well.

- Martyrs do not underrate the body, they allow it to be elevated on the cross. In this they are at one with their antagonists.

- You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.(Franz Kafka)

- Every criminal venture has his instinctive sympathy; even in fiction the criminal's hopes and fears lie with the scoundrel, with the murderer, with the conqueror. (Otto Weininger, 1907)

"Freud's well known identification of excrement as the primordial form of gift, of an innermost object that the small child gives to his/her parents, is thus not as naive as it may appear: the often overlooked point is that this piece of myself offered to the other radically oscillates between the submlime and the excremental. The disposal of shit becomes a problem: not because it has a bad smell, but because it came out from our innermost. We are ashamed of shit because, in it, we expose/externalize our innermost intimacy. Animals do not have a problem with it because they do not have an "interior" like humans. One should refer here to Otto Weininger, who designated volcanic lava as "the shit of the earth."[8] It comes from inside the body, and this inside is evil, criminal: "The Inner of the body is very criminal." Here we encounter the same speculative ambiguity as with penis, organ of urination and procreativity: when our innermost is directly externalized, the result is disgusting." (Slavoj Zizek, Ideology today)