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Mother's Day

from Holiday Tripper by Charlie Crane

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Wherein the psychoanalyser becomes the psychoanalysed.

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Sit down, take the bee from your bonnet
There's a couch here with your name on it
Steal your cigar, try it on for a size
It's my turn to psychoanalyze

I think I've figured out why you're depressed
Looking at the memories you've repressed

I know it's grey
You're Sigmund Freud on Mother's Day
You don't know what to say
Oedipus would have a field day
It's gotta be hard
Sending an awkward greeting card
To Mom, with finest regards
You've gotta put down your guard

I've thought of more reading your journal
Get in touch with feelings maternal
Call her up and be an amigo
You can reclaim your superego

As you've said yourself, nothing's as it seems
The next step is interpreting your dreams

I know it's grey
You're Sigmund Freud on Mother's Day
You don't know what to say
Oedipus would have a field day
It's gotta be hard
Sending that Hallmark greeting card
To Mom, with finest regards
You have to throw down your guard

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from Holiday Tripper, released October 10, 2005

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