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Inconclusive (Paul Curran Presents “Live at 924 Gilman 1-17-04”) (click for MP3 file)

The merest germ of an idea
Invades the shadow of my fear,
Unbidden in my hidden zones:
The mind I want no one to know.

Well it doesn't really matter if I know that it's not real,
'Cause I cannot hope to think away the feelings that I feel,
As the vinegar and the baking soda mixed up in my brain
Bubble up, explode, and I just go away.

The tension coiled up in me
Asserts itself disastrously.
Should I hang on? Well I don't know.
Then impotently letting go...

Well it doesn't really matter if I know that it's not real,
'Cause I cannot hope to think away the feelings that I feel,
As the vinegar and the baking soda mixed up in my brain
Bubble up, explode, and I just go away.

My mind's in overdrive, and I can't catch my breath.
I'm choking on my tongue: a little taste of Death.
I thought up my last thought, the next one is elusive.
Am I alive or dead right now? Inconclusive.

When I come to, I'm soaking wet,
And my anxiety is spent.
I wonder as I close the vault:
Will I withstand the next assault?

Well it doesn't really matter if I know that it's not real,
'Cause I cannot hope to think away the feelings that I feel,
As the vinegar and the baking soda mixed up in my brain
Bubble up, explode, and I just go away.

My mind's in overdrive, and I can't catch my breath.
I'm choking on my tongue: a little taste of Death.
I thought up my last thought, the next one is elusive.
Am I alive or dead right now? Inconclusive.

It's inconclusive.
It's inconclusive.
It's incon...am I alive or dead right now?