Dreamtime Walkabout,
Snakebit,
I’m calling out
“Help me, help me”,
In trouble, double dang,
The searing fang has gotten me worried,
Venom in my veins burning,
Pain to the bone and I just watched my soul
go hopping away right through the window,
Over the river and through woods,
fell into a nest where the vipers hide
deep within the New Orleans bayou,
I’m feeling a bit confused and I wish that I
could get my mind to rewind to the time right before
I was whisked far away through the stargate door
the size of an elephant’s eye,
It may seem irrelevant
but I know now and can sure as hell tell you
that there’s such thing as a parallel life,
Please tell me I’m right because otherwise
I think I must be going insane,
Auntie Em, where are you?
What’s become of me?
Who am I anyway and what’s my name?
Fez the bear told me I’m the hare of the talking dog,
I must’ve been this rabbit all along,
I mean damn it, I’m so groggy but this feels realer than real,
This can’t be a dream but I’m walking about and can nearly grasp
a hint of memory that keeps sputtering out,
a skipping record playing behind the darkened shroud,
Dreamtime Walkabout,
Snakebit,
I’m calling out
“Help me, help me”,
In trouble, double dang,
The searing fang has gotten me worried,
Venom in my veins burning,
Pain to the bone and I just watched my soul
go hopping away right through the window,
Oh, Doctor Doctor, Mr. MD,
I know you’re a toad but won’t you help me please?
I feel my light dimming and I fear my glow may disappear,
“there, there” said the Doc, “This may seem weird but listen here,
you must lick my back, hop to it,
Quickly smear in the remedy,
Oh yes, I’ve been blessed with magical properties
and they are for real, soon you’ll feel right as rain,
I can tell it’s already working itself deep into your brain,
Now you will sleep many nights and travel the dreamscape,
for you got struck with the strike of the rattlesnake bite
and the only escape is to wade in the waters of the Oxbow
but I’m not sure how to get there though it’s your only hope,
This place you must go, no one even knows if it’s really existing
but in the swamp you’ve been bitten now it’s been written
that your new stomping ground will be
the spot where all your lives are knotted up
so go meet the Oxbow and get Godded up
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