EC recently posted a short from this interview on his YouTube channel. In this interview, it is discussed how cutting out a malignancy is what saved his life. I’m in the same situation and everyone around me knows it. I just haven’t been fighting it the right way but I don’t know what else to do in my situation. How could I ever trust a doctor with the sort who are after me?
I always told myself even if I could get him, he’d just cheat on me. That is the role he plays: an amalgamation of what displeases except that he is a musical genius. A sort of brilliant “bad guy” wrestler. This is part of how they got me to hate the present form of Napoleon. I would never believe it unless I had the information spoon-fed to me over the last 11 months during which we have been telepathic.
The true story is hidden under the BS story. If he really were the degenerate drunk he pretends to be, he’d have no memory left and a lot fewer than 600 songs to his credit. Secret Society drama club is what I call it.
I am so grateful for all he’s done to try and save me. He can count on me being there for him.
"Under Lime" lyrics
It's a long way down from the high horse you're on
When you stumble and then you're thrown
The last time we saw him, he was out in the rain
Watching that train roll down the track
Now he's back in showbiz
Trying to make a comeback
We know that he's desperate
And we know that he's broke
He's the mystery guest we'll puncture
They told a young girl with a clipboard
"Just keep him amused"
"Whatever you do, don't tell him your name"
"Whatever you think, don't let him drink"
Under lime, under lime, under lime
He whistles out of tune
His words don't always rhyme
But we will be right back
We're almost out of time
Down a long corridor, he's trying to impress
He was helping a showgirl fasten up her dress
And the clock on the wall tick-tocked the time away
And the band starts to play
In the violent strip of an undressing room
She loosened his grip and started
Tell me your story if you feel so inclined
He was a mess, almost resigned
Though she could guess, I think you will find
She thought "Oh, you know, I wouldn't mind"
He asked her boyfriend's name
Then her whole family tree
She thought I can't believe
It's happening to me
And upset, said "Hey, Pet, would you kindly pass that pill"
And allow me to just dictate my dying will
And the clock on the wall tick-tocked the time away
And the band starts to play
Jimmie was dreaming as she uncrossed her legs
He shuttered his eyes discreetly
And he thought of a drummer and considered a snare
But the beat of his heart said, "Don't ever start"
His conscience was bare, it said "Don't even dare"
She's completely unaware
She forced a laugh or a sign
At every alibi
Once every crime was confessed
He buttoned up his vest
Said "Hey gal, you're a pal, you've really been a sport"
And you don't get a record if you never get caught
And the clock on the wall tick-tocked the time away
And the band starts to play
It's a long way down from that high horse you're on
It's a long way back, 'less you cover your track
Or you bury your crime
Under lime, under lime, under lime, under lime
It's a long way down from that high horse you're on
It's a long way back, 'less you cover your track
Or you bury your crime
Under lime, under lime, under lime, under lime
It's a long way down from that high horse you're on
It's a long way back, 'less you cover your track
Cause you bury your crime
Under lime, under lime, under lime