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cannonball statman - (she's in) rehabilitation lyrics

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one year ago today, i was a cow named clare
living on a farm in kentucky
blindly milked by blind and horrible men
for the blind and impulsive consumer

my mother and i planned to leave
hitchhike to newark international airport
and hijack a plane to india
where we would experience immeasurable levels of respect and adulation
for the rest of our lives

we enlisted the help of our pet pigeon, courier
who flew around the world
acquiring useful information pertaining to our plans
and relaying this information to us
courier was a brave and loyal bird

one day, i couldn’t find my mother
i -ssumed she’d forgotten about me
and left on her own;
cows do silly things when they get old

but courier searched the entire state of kentucky
and found nothing;
there wasn’t a single report of a cow
standing on the side of the road
trying to hitch a ride all week
and no mention of a cow in any newspaper

not even the national enquirer
the alex jones show
or anything put out by rupert murdoch’s international media empire
people hadn’t even eaten cheese that day!

“what a horrible day to be a bovine!”
i exclaimed
to which courier replied
“but isn’t every day?”
we have a dark sense of humor

that was when i saw the rooster;
the only rooster living on that prison we called a farm
the rooster had no name
and rarely spoke, if at all

“i saw your mother,”
said the rooster
“her eyes were closed and crooked;
her spirit, torn between two large and imposing vessels
she’s in rehabilitation; she’s us
she’s in rehabilitation; save us
she’s playing dead.”

i got up; it was late in the evening
i put on my shoes, and i took a walk
i was thinking about a story that had yet to be written

i don’t remember exactly how i met you
but there was something wrong with our hair
it was getting in the way of something, and you didn’t like it
we walked into the park; it was raining

you said someone you know is hoping
that you can follow me
into the end of the day
where it’s always sort of raining

- cannonball statman lyrics

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