Brian Wilson lyrics

Song information

Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Album: Rock Spectacle

Lyrics

Words & music by steven page

Drove downtown in the rain nine-thirty on a tuesday night
Just to check out the late-night record shop
Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane
But when I'm surrounded I just can't stop

It's a matter of instinct, it's a matter of conditioning
It's a matter of fact
You can call me pavlov's dog
Ring a bell and I'll salivate. how'd you like that?
Dr. landy tell me you're not just a pedagogue
Cause right now I'm

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Lying in bed just like brian wilson did
Well I'm lying in bed just like brian wilson did

So I'm lying here, just staring at the ceiling tiles
And I'm thinking about what to think about
Just listening and relistening to smiley smile
And I'm wondering if this is some kind of creative drought
Because I am

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And if you want to find me I'll be out in the sandbox
Wondering where the hell all the love has gone
Playing my guitar and building castles in the sun
And singing "fun, fun, fun."

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I had a dream that I was three hundred pounds
And though I was very heavy
I floated 'til I couldn't see the ground
I floated 'til I could not see the ground
Somebody help me, I couldn't see the ground
Somebody help me, I couldn't see the ground
Somebody help me because I'm

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Drove downtown in the rain nine-thirty on a tuesday night
Just to check out the late-night record shop
Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane;
But when I'm surrounded I just can't stop