From my 1989 compilation My Guilt, this unimaginatively titled downer got its name because I was trying to sound like Julian Cope on Fried with the stark acoustic droning E chord thing. But the second verse, as I'm fond of telling, is about the time I was rehearsing at this horrible rehearsal studio with my band and I was getting shocks from a bad ground somewhere. So I had one of those old Peavey crap amps with a polarity switch and the tech suggested we switch it to negative. He leaves the room and I approach the mic and it literally flies across the room into my hand, my other hand grasping the guitar. I was getting totally shocked to death and it was the most horrible violent, shaking feeling and I was screaming, "It's killing me, it's killing me!" So Ron thankfully took control and yelled, "Shut off the amp!" and someone did and it was over. While I was flailing around getting electrified I fell on my brother and broke his thumb. That was a bad scene and it popped up in songs for years to come.
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