A man enters with a fake handlebar
moustache and a camel hair coat and as half his 'stache
unglues and falls slowly he admits it's a faux. He says this disguise should remind of me a road I
once wrote on: a road that could've gone on and on, a road I couldn't break a run on, so instead
I'd walk real slow. He says I walked like a china cup in a bull shop--on the brink of being broke,
trying to break a bull code, walked as if already broken.
I said: You must've slipped my mind.
You won't ring a bell this time..
You must've slipped my mind.
A man re-enters with a bottle in his hand and knee-deep in snow boots . He says these props
should ring a bell of when me and the snow fell (I tripped)-- (the bottle began to drip). Held up that
bottle as proof. He says I thought I fucked things up when I sipped flat Pepsi from a Dixie Cup
and I should've known I was doing fine but a Dixie cup needs red wine.
I said: You must've slipped my mind.
You ain't gonna ring a bell this time.
You must've slipped my mind.
No one's a shoe-in in this memory.
No one's a shoe-in in my memory.
A man re-re-enters with two rubber hands and says these should do the
trick--to re-touch my mind, re-bang my brain, make my memory re-tick.
I say: But the past is mine to pick.
The past is mine to pick.
You must've slipped my mind.
You ain't gonna ring a bell this time.
You must've slipped my--you're gonna slip my--you have slipped my mind.
unglues and falls slowly he admits it's a faux. He says this disguise should remind of me a road I
once wrote on: a road that could've gone on and on, a road I couldn't break a run on, so instead
I'd walk real slow. He says I walked like a china cup in a bull shop--on the brink of being broke,
trying to break a bull code, walked as if already broken.
I said: You must've slipped my mind.
You won't ring a bell this time..
You must've slipped my mind.
A man re-enters with a bottle in his hand and knee-deep in snow boots . He says these props
should ring a bell of when me and the snow fell (I tripped)-- (the bottle began to drip). Held up that
bottle as proof. He says I thought I fucked things up when I sipped flat Pepsi from a Dixie Cup
and I should've known I was doing fine but a Dixie cup needs red wine.
I said: You must've slipped my mind.
You ain't gonna ring a bell this time.
You must've slipped my mind.
No one's a shoe-in in this memory.
No one's a shoe-in in my memory.
A man re-re-enters with two rubber hands and says these should do the
trick--to re-touch my mind, re-bang my brain, make my memory re-tick.
I say: But the past is mine to pick.
The past is mine to pick.
You must've slipped my mind.
You ain't gonna ring a bell this time.
You must've slipped my--you're gonna slip my--you have slipped my mind.
Written May 2001. Has anyone ever put on different costumes to
try and fool you? I thought so. Well, this song is about that.
It also opens "Permanent Markers".