Cryptomnesia

Voice 1: "Once when I was a little bit after, you know, after a good cigarette of hashish..."

Voice 2: "Uh-huh."

Voice 1: "... I was crazy enough, you know, to make myself, I was wearing this Egyptian galabia. I went in the most holy mosque, this is the most holy place in Egypt called Al-Hussein mosque, Al-Hussein, and I prayed with the Muslim people over there. I was scared to death that they would find me as a Jew, you know, trying to fake as a Muslim and praying. Well, there was thousands of people in the mosque, and I was on the ground, up and down, on my what-what on the what-what, you know, I was all, you know. All my head was full of hashish..."

Voice 2: "Ahh...!"

Voice 1: "... And, you know, my spirit in heaven, and I'm praying with the Muslim people. I tell you, this is a very real, uh, religion that create a lot of big trouble. You know, from all of this, you know, kneeling down, up and down, up and..."

Voice 2: "Uh-huh, heheh..."

Voice 1: "... You have to watch yourself, you know, so I did whatever I saw the people doing. So I succeed to survive this service and came out, you know, and I, uh --"

It takes a real long long way way down when you stumble

it takes about a day and a half when you call me and you stumble

I got a complete curse now that its over and you stumble

Don't make me steal all your vital organs

they'll make you squeal if you refuse to let them in

don't make me steal all your vital organs

your safety can be compromised again

All the vestments you deny

are mocking all the cheats

beside the nest egg you do hide

when nothing plays for keeps

And I warned you of the coming script

the play without her scenes won't quit

the sails that set are static pelts

of wet hail timpanies

The time that you take to appear

in the presence of others

is just the same time that it takes

to untangle my dementia

Don't let it be late this time if the breach starts to crumble

the thing that you made has risen neatly from its slumber

Don't make me steal all your vital organs

they'll make you squeal if you refuse to let them in

don't make me steal all your vital organs

your safety can be compromised again

All the vestments you deny

are mocking all the cheats

beside the nest egg you do hide

when nothing plays for keeps

And I warned you of the coming script

the play without her scenes won't quit

the sails that set are static pelts

of wet hail timpanies