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Am I an Alien Here Lyrics
I had a dream you left me for someone who was mean to me
So I cried and left for Mexico
Well I tried to learn to surf by riding a machine I kept beside the window
It was not a good way to be
It was not a good way to be
I had a dream I was in school, I was learning from the best how to overcome my blues
They said, here's a spider in a bowl, here's Poseidon's white bull
Now, just pretend you have the right to choose
[Chorus]
And I say, am I an alien here?
Here in the cave of my skull
Crawling around in the dark
Dark to the ones I love
Put fodder on the fire, get water from the well
It's a simple kind of life
And happiness is easy, it's a story that you tell, it's a teardrop in your eye
And I had a dream that he died, and he died, then he died, and then mama died too
And somewhere in the world an evil genius was on the rise
And then Bowie died, and everyone said
Oh, what are we gonna do
[Chorus]
Am I an alien here?
Here in the cave of my skull
Crawling around in the dark
Dark to the ones I love
Am I an alien here?
Here in my room
So I cried and left for Mexico
Well I tried to learn to surf by riding a machine I kept beside the window
It was not a good way to be
It was not a good way to be
They said, here's a spider in a bowl, here's Poseidon's white bull
Now, just pretend you have the right to choose
And I say, am I an alien here?
Here in the cave of my skull
Crawling around in the dark
Dark to the ones I love
It's a simple kind of life
And happiness is easy, it's a story that you tell, it's a teardrop in your eye
And somewhere in the world an evil genius was on the rise
And then Bowie died, and everyone said
Oh, what are we gonna do
Am I an alien here?
Here in the cave of my skull
Crawling around in the dark
Dark to the ones I love
Here in my room
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Often when I wake up from a crazy or intricate dream, I wonder how my brain could imagine such a thing. I feel the narrator (Spencer) identifies with this & wonders if even he himself is a visitor in his own mind at night.
For real though, how are our brains to wild like that?!