The Singing Patient (Carla): MP3s

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I wrote this after doing a phone interview with for a newspaper about my music. I was spaced out on benadryl during a systemic case of full-on poison Ivy. or Oak. I never saw the leaves- I was pulling up roots from the garden.

It was late in the evening
I was tired I was ill
I was feeling really groggy
From taking too much Benadryl
So you called and we talked for 5 hours
And I don't remember a thing
Except before I hung up the phone
I do remember saying

I have to kill you now
You know more than I can allow
Unless you can forget somehow
I have to kill you now

I could speculate
on what I might have said
Was it how I flunked the seventh grade
How my high school friends called me Smurfette
Did I rattle on about my cat
And talk about my allergies
And I wonder did I blab
about my stay in drug rehab

I have to kill you now
You know more than I can allow
I could extradite you to Moscow
Or I could kill you now

The way most people see me
I’m hardly ever serious
Fun loving easy going
And a tad mysterious
You with your tape recorder
You with your Smith-Corona
One published article
Could peel away my whole persona

I have to kill you now
You know more than I can allow
I will let you choose how
But I have to kill you now

So you wonder did I kill him
And is all the other stuff true
I cannot reveal those things
‘cause then I’d have to kill you too

I have to kill you now
You know more than I can allow
You've lived a good life anyhow
I have to kill you now