brian wilson

drove downtown in the rain nine-thirty on a tuesday night

just to check out the late-night record shop. call it impulsive

call it compulsive

call it insane;

but when i'm surrounded i just can't stop. it's a matter of instinct

it's a matter of conditioning

it's a matter of fact. you can call me pavlov's dog

ring a bell and i'll salivate- how'd you like that?

dr. landy tell me you're not just a pedagogue

cause right now i'm

lying in bed just like brian wilson did

well i'm lying in bed just like brian wilson did. so i'm lying here

just staring at the ceiling tiles. and i'm thinking about what to think about. just listening and relistening to smiley smile

and i'm wondering if this is some kind of creative drought

because i am

and if you want to find me i'll be out in the sandbox

wondering where the hell all the love has gone. playing my guitar and building castles in the sun

and singing fun