My Analyst Told Me

Twisted/Annie Ross Annabelle Short / Wardell Gray

Mae West/Diane Arbus photographer

My analyst told me that I was…right out of my head.
The way he described it?
He said, I’d be better dead than live.
I didn’t listen to his jive! I knew all along that he was all wrong.
And, I knew that he thought I was crazy! But I’m not!
My analyst told me that I was right out of my head!
He said, I’d need treatment!

But I’m not that easily led!
He said, I was the type that was most inclined…
when out of his sight to be out of my mind!

And he thought I was nuts…no more ifs or ands or buts.
They say as a child, I appeared a little bit wild. With all my crazy ideas.
But I knew what was happening. I knew I was a genius.
What’s so strange when you know that you’re a wizard at three?
I knew that this was meant to be. Now I heard little children were supposed to sleep tight. That’s why I got into the vodka one night. My parents got frantic, didn’t know what to do!
But I saw some crazy scenes before I came to.
Now do you think I was crazy?
I may have been only three but I was swinging. They all laugh at angry young men. They all laugh at Edison. And also at Einstein.
So why should I feel sorry, If they just couldn’t understand?
The idiomatic logic that went on in my head.
I had a brain…it was insane.
Oh, they used to laugh at me when I refused to ride on all those double decker buses. All because there was no driver on the top.
My analyst told me that, I was right out of my head.

But I said, dear doctor, I think that it’s you instead.

Because I have got a thing that’s unique and new. To prove it I’ll have the last laugh on you! ‘Cause instead of one head I got two! And you know…two heads are better than one.

Diane Arbus/What I do

Both Sides

“It seems to me as the air grows wiser.  Stillness from minutes within minutes…Grow bolder.  It seems to me…That most have said… What there is to say.  I can only manage to write it down…In different ways!”

illusions 1

Rows and flows of angel hair.
And, ice cream castles in the air,
And, feather canyons everywhere.
I’ve looked at clouds that way.

But now they only block the sun.
They rain and snow on everyone.
So many things I would have done.
But clouds got in my way.

I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now.
From up and down, and still somehow.
It’s cloud illusions I recall.
I really don’t know clouds at all.

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels.
The dizzy dancing way you feel.
As, every fairy tale comes real.
I’ve looked at love that way.

But now it’s just another show.
You leave ’em laughing when you go.
And, if you care, don’t let them know.
Don’t give yourself away.

I’ve looked at love from both sides now.
From give and take, and still somehow.
It’s love’s illusions I recall.
I really don’t know love at all.

Tears and fears and feeling proud.
To say “I love you” right out loud.
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds.
I’ve looked at life that way.

But now old friends are acting strange.
They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed.
Well something’s lost, but something’s gained.
In living every day.

I’ve looked at life from both sides now.
From up and down and still somehow.
It’s life’s illusions I recall.
I really don’t know life at all.