Lindsay Mendez, Jay A Johnson, Natalie Weiss, Alex Brightman sing "Crazytown" at RATED RSO. Filmed at Joe's Pub on January 25th, 2010. Music and lyrics by Ryan Scott Oliver.
Thank goodness I'm not the only one. There's something about this song that I just can't explain, but it's definitely the one I replayed the most from the whole album
I've lost track of how many times I've listened to/watched this. I absolutely love the mental imagery of this song, and this is such a captivating performance.
There's a hole inside my brain. Take a stroll down the drain to Crazytown. (You've fallen like Alice) Crazytown, (It's an anthropomorphic circus) Crazytown, But it ain't no Wonderland. I am running mid a road as I'm chased through a town psychotic. Used to jeering jackal much like my mother crying (Bee dee deep bee dee deep) You idle boy! And there's money on the ground, Pounds, yen, dollars, and the jackal's close behind. I escape from the dog as I dive through a stream of sea snakes, And I realize that this river is what separates the (bee dee deep bee dee deep) The east from the west. And I'm bitten from the east which is present To the west which is past and future. I nearly drowned in Crazytown. (You've twisted like Dorothy) Crazytown, (It's a nightmare technicolor) Crazytown, But it ain't no kind of Oz. I survive from the stream to discover a choking orgy. All those fuckers I have fondled in my fantasies, Turning blue turning to the idle boy (yeah you). They drag me inside. Passing, stroking (passing, stroking) And asphixiating me, Till my hard-on is so palpable I gotta go, gotta get out, gotta go, gotta go, gotta get out, gotta go. Wait (you) please, don't leave (yet). To a tower of doors. In the pocket of my dress I've got a copper key. Don't know the door it goes with but the fact is killing me that in the pocket of my dress I've got this eight inch copper key but I don't know the door it goes with and the fact is killing me. In the pocket of my dress I've got this eight inch copper key but I don't know the door it goes with but the fact is killing me. In the pocket of my dress I've got this eight inch copper key but I go door to door to door to door to door and woe is me and woe is me and woe is me and woe is me and woe is- Crazytown, (With a wardrobe like Lucy) Crazytown, (It's a Christ-like allegory) Crazytown, But it ain't no Narnia And there's no exit anywhere (You wing there like Wendy) I'm stripping clothes and stripping hair (You tragic fairy island) Moonstruck and naked I declare No, this ain't no Neverland Narnia Wonderland Oz And I watch from the window as I witness the town on fire. Everybody from the jackal to the the orgiastic mass expire. And the tower explodes Ripping me apart Head to heel to heart Till the tower explodes And see Me
