Barefoot In New York

I really wanted to stay awake I was trying to stay awake And it was about 7 o'clock on Sunday Morning Been up all night Knew I had to finish my work I knew I had to As I looked out my window it was Bright sunlight on the orange bricks of the next building Very bright sight somehow reflecting And through the window if I was able to understand I guess why I couldn't stay awake It was not conscious Before I realized I couldn't stay awake anymore But now it's even worse than before I was listening to a tape of a lecture on Buddhism At which I was present I heard myself asking a lot of stupid questions I was thickheaded at the lecture Sitting there on the floor But to hear it all now it's even worse than before Those shoes I had were some name I can't remember I found them in a wastebasket about to be emptied They're mostly the only shoes I wear When I found them they had been worn The bottoms were worn off Worn off on the edges They were mostly in good shape I found that they fit me I was very happy There was something about them that sticks to the floor when I walk It makes a noise I kept wearing them They got wet many times and now the stitches holding them together on the sides is coming apart Everywhere And you can see my colored socks in the hole where they come apart But they stick to the floor when I walk still Very noticeable I stepped in some sticky stuff Spilled by the door Since then it's even worse than before On Broadway one night There was this fairly high pitched, loud tone that sounded like a siren People were looking around to see where it came from The food store on the corner provided a lot of the light Because it was open Pretty soon I realized that the sound was coming from The hood of this one car that was parked on the street nearby It was empty and locked as you walked toward it And became even louder I first noticed the sound when I walked past the store But now it's even worse than before I really wanted to show somehow how things deteriorate Or how one bad thing leads to another At first there were plenty of things to point to Lots of people, places, things, ideas Turning to shit everywhere I could describe these instances But the more I thought about them The less they seemed to be negative things But appeared in the scenes as something new and productive And I couldn't talk about them in the same way But I knew it was true that there really are Dangerous crises Growing in many different places That I was blind to then Once it was easy to find something to deplore But now it's even worse than before The question is whether or not This kind of music is going to hypnotize you Do you resent being made to listen to This monotonous music Or having to listen to Such boring sentences Friends have said that by producing this kind of music People are put to sleep In fact, I've always thought too I've always disliked the Rolling Stones Since I found out what they were up to So when the prospect of doing this very hypnotic music came to my mind I realized that I should at least bring up the problems of listening to this kind of rhythm That is, regularity may temporarily take your mind of the more important tasks we have I had to decide if it was in our best interest to present this But now that I went ahead and did it after asking what it was for Now it's even worse than before