<i>(sung)</i>
Nietzsche sneezes beneath me
He's lying underneath my loft bed
I mean, he's such an intelligent guy, but
All he keeps saying, over and over:
"I'm stupid, I'm stupid, and I don't know nothing
"And all I got is a book deal
That's all I got left to my name
My name that I can't even spell"
Kierkegaard's in the kitchen
Cooking an existential omelette
Drowning in an abyss
Of chicken and eggs and nothingness
And all he's got is a few good ideas
That's all he's got left to his name
His name that I can't even spell
<i>(spoken)</i>
An extreme close-up
Of a nose
Dust specks floating
Only inches away
The inches are also miles
And <i>(???)</i>
The dust specks are also planets
And constellations
Now the nose, naturally
Is very, very big
It's giant
As is
The frying pan
<i>(sung)</i>
Nietzsche sneezes beneath me
He's lying underneath my loft bed
He's such an intelligent guy, but
All he keeps saying, over and over:
"I'm stupid, stupid, I don't know nothing
"And all I got is a book deal
That's all I got left to my name
My name that I can't even spell"
<i>(spoken)</i>
Jean-Paul Sartre
Reading nausea
Choking
On <i>(???)</i>