Conceived and reared in New York, domesticated in Southern California. Physician, musician, husband, father and generalized procrastinator, not necessarily in t
the parking lot is full of freaks
i lost the will to fit in there
the political dissenter speaks
in the language of despair
i have to play a different tune
it's not the one you adore
i'd still follow you to certain doom
but i can't glorify it anymore
it's a long story
about a guy named william james
yes, the famous writer's brother
he wrote the taming of the shrew
or was it the turning of the screw
i know for sure he wrote persuation
or maybe that was emily bronte
the point is he was a writer
who knew oliver wendell holmes
yes, he knew oliver wendell holmes
i'd make the rules up as i go
if i thought that there were rules
but i know a lot more than i know
it's the blissfulness of fools
i have to play another tune
not the one i wrote for you
about howling at a vacant moon
nothing i knew then is still true
and it's a longish story
about one charles sanders peirce
whose father taught at harvard
and they all believed in god
and they listened to the beatles
smoked opium and hash
they read way too much for comfort
and they all had nervous breakdowns
except for oliver wendell holmes
no, not oliver wendell holmes
a thrice-wounded union soldier
who became a supreme court justice
named oliver wendell holmes
