Written May 2001. Has anyone ever put
on different costumes to try and fool you? I thought so. Well, this song is about that. It also opens "Permanent
A man enters with a fake handlebar moustache and a
camel hair coat and as half his 'stache unglues and falls slowly he admits it's a faux. He says this disguise should remind
of me a road I once wrote on: a road that could've gone on and on, a road I couldn't break a run on, so instead I'd walk real
slow. He says I walked like a china cup in a bull shop--on the brink of being broke, trying to break a bull code, walked as
if already broken.
I said: You must've slipped my mind. You won't ring a bell this time.. You must've slipped
A man re-enters with a bottle in his hand and knee-deep in snow boots . He says these props should
ring a bell of when me and the snow fell (I tripped)-- (the bottle began to drip). Held up that bottle as proof. He says I
thought I fucked things up when I sipped flat Pepsi from a Dixie Cup and I should've known I was doing fine but a Dixie cup
needs red wine.
I said: You must've slipped my mind. You ain't gonna ring a bell this time. You must've slipped
No one's a shoe-in in this memory. No one's a shoe-in in my memory.
A man re-re-enters with two
rubber hands and says these should do the trick--to re-touch my mind, re-bang my brain, make my memory re-tick.
say: But the past is mine to pick. The past is mine to pick.
You must've slipped my mind. You ain't gonna
ring a bell this time. You must've slipped my--you're gonna slip my--you have slipped my mind.