Appears on: Nico

Recorded at: Kelsey's Playground, Lafayette, IN in 1993

Produced by: Mike Kelsey

Shannon: vocals and acoustic guitar

Additional tracks recorded at:  Bad animals, Seattle, WA

Brad: double bass
Rogers: guitar and shakers
Glen: drums
Christopher: lap steel
Danny Clinch: Harmonica

Produced and mixed by: Mike Napolitano and Blind Melon

Live Peformances:  None that we know of

Notes:
Brad: That was something we worked on while we were on tour. I remember Shannon playing it for me and really liking it. He had maybe a verse and a chorus at the time. We had greater plans for that song, but all we were left with after he died was a DAT of him singing with an acoustic guitar and everybody's anxiety to finish it. We put that on two tracks of a 24-track machine and then we added other instruments. It was one of those songs where everybody had their parts in their head, the way they wanted to treat it.  I just think it's a brilliant song and we wanted people to hear it ... this is Shannon writing his own swan song, basically. He seemed to know it was coming. He knew he couldn't keep up his current rate, survive and be a healthy person. Any core Blind Melon lover is gonna be blown away by this. I don't know if it's spiritual or metaphysical, but I can't believe sometimes what I'm hearing after the fact. It's scary. I want to freak people out and make 'em wake up.  Life is short. This could happen to your best friend.

Christopher: It's not easy listening to some of these songs. When he was around, Shannon sang a lot of crazy lyrics about a lot of crazy things. And he had some really sick thoughts that were funny at the time. Now that he's gone, you realize he was screaming out to the people around him. He recorded this song with a friend of his in Indiana between tours. You can hear he was obviously struggling with some demons and addictions, trying to work through them.

Glen: I'd prefer not to speak for Shannon in more ways than I feel confident about doing. I always felt his whole deal was ambiguity, whether it was intentional or not. Some of those lyrics are amazing. You can take them on as many different levels as you want to.  He was speaking from the heart and the gut at all times. He was the real deal.

Rogers: The lyrics really hit me hard. It says it all. That was him in the nutshell.  Every song is like a piece of his gut that he ripped out and put on to tape.

Lyrics:
I have no fingertips
They were burned away from too many stove trips
Can't find no fingernails
I ate them off cause I was hungry as hell
Can't read, can't clear my mind
So here I go I've got to get into this lifetime
I think I'm gonna build a fence
To keep inside what little sense
The sense of taste
The sense of smell
The sense to sit here and feel like hell
To feel like hell
The sun, the moon, the stars
Is that what you're thinking that you are
As I'll disintegrate over time
If I expect my body to try and keep up with my mind
Today everything's mine