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The title of this song is really Really Out Of Touch With A Touch Of Reality.I was reading about a woman named Sylvia in a Psyche text book in college. Sylvia suffers from schizophrenia. The text book transcribed one of Sylvia's poetic/prophetic outpourings. I was so taken by the humor and the sad truth these words beheld I wrote a song and used some of her lines (they appear in quotes)
Guest vocalist -
Female Voice: Victoria
Male Voice: Bruce
Drums: Mac Hines (yes, the same Mac Hines that recorded with Holdsworth)
Everything else: Ray Kainz
Guest vocalist -
Female Voice: Victoria
Male Voice: Bruce
Drums: Mac Hines (yes, the same Mac Hines that recorded with Holdsworth)
Everything else: Ray Kainz
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ROOTWATOR -
Really Out Of Touch With A Touch Of Reality
©2004 Ray Kainz
Sylvia, just, isn't herself, anymore
"I'm pregnant with the child of christ" I hear her scream
Insane mind? Untamed? Blind? Genetic or a dream?
How can we see the souls of those who have been set free
Like this religious, mischief mistress with a paranoid creed
a scatterbrain soliloquy
"I am Florence Nightingale"
I hear her screaming
"Divorce isn't a piece of paper, it's a feeling"
"Archie Bunker wants me to play his niece on T.V."
"Mick Jagger is St. Nicholas. Santa Clause the Maharishi"
"The body runs on electricity and my wiring is all faulty"
She's really out of touch with a touch of reality
She's really out of touch with a touch of reality
really really out of touch really
She's really out of touch
"Ted Kennedy cured my ugliness"
"Mick Jagger wants to marry me"
And so you've heard her spoken word
on streets form coast to coast
When shouted in my own backyard
it's my ears immune the most
Mr. Government's trying to cover rent
with money he all ready spent
So Sylvia my girl take off your pearls
There will be no empathic roast
cuz they're really out of touch with a touch of reality
cuz they're really out of touch with a touch of reality
really really out of touch really
cuz theyr'e really out of touch
"a fly, is a teenaged, wasp"
Street-corner stage is what she craves
that's what they say anyway
we close the doors to pay for wars
what ever happened to the USA?
Mrs. Motherland hold her hand
and soothe her sour dreams
this orphaned child whose soul runs wild
maimed by you and me.
She's claimed by suffering
Defamed by a psyche sling
we're really out of touch with a touch of reality
we're really out of touch with a touch of reality
really really out of touch really
we're really out of touch
Really Out Of Touch With A Touch Of Reality
©2004 Ray Kainz
Sylvia, just, isn't herself, anymore
"I'm pregnant with the child of christ" I hear her scream
Insane mind? Untamed? Blind? Genetic or a dream?
How can we see the souls of those who have been set free
Like this religious, mischief mistress with a paranoid creed
a scatterbrain soliloquy
"I am Florence Nightingale"
I hear her screaming
"Divorce isn't a piece of paper, it's a feeling"
"Archie Bunker wants me to play his niece on T.V."
"Mick Jagger is St. Nicholas. Santa Clause the Maharishi"
"The body runs on electricity and my wiring is all faulty"
She's really out of touch with a touch of reality
She's really out of touch with a touch of reality
really really out of touch really
She's really out of touch
"Ted Kennedy cured my ugliness"
"Mick Jagger wants to marry me"
And so you've heard her spoken word
on streets form coast to coast
When shouted in my own backyard
it's my ears immune the most
Mr. Government's trying to cover rent
with money he all ready spent
So Sylvia my girl take off your pearls
There will be no empathic roast
cuz they're really out of touch with a touch of reality
cuz they're really out of touch with a touch of reality
really really out of touch really
cuz theyr'e really out of touch
"a fly, is a teenaged, wasp"
Street-corner stage is what she craves
that's what they say anyway
we close the doors to pay for wars
what ever happened to the USA?
Mrs. Motherland hold her hand
and soothe her sour dreams
this orphaned child whose soul runs wild
maimed by you and me.
She's claimed by suffering
Defamed by a psyche sling
we're really out of touch with a touch of reality
we're really out of touch with a touch of reality
really really out of touch really
we're really out of touch

















































hacked_to_pieces
song really cool arrangement and top notch production.
And the song art is quite disturbing and funny.
9 9 9 10