Michael Earl Craig - Seahorse lyrics

It was a Fantasy Island gig that convinced Bono he needed to leave Hollywood. He had one line and botched it, calling Tattoo “Pontoon.” When the actor started scream- ing at him, Bono decided it was time to get a new life. -USA Today, Wed. Jan. 7, 1998 I remember reading the obituaries when Sonny Bono died and laughing so hard I fell down on the floor. And I remember trying to get up--my face ached, my stomach was cramping--so I could continue reading this to my brother over the telephone. But I was choking, literally, and was so totally out of control that it no longer had anything to do with Sonny Bono. I could not stop this insane laughter, so I stood up sharply and threw a series of jabs into the air. Real uppercuts. I was only partially robed. It was early. I was having coffee and oranges, I guess it was Sunday. And now I'm writing this on a bagel-bag, glancing down, swerving, looking up, glancing down again, as I drive my newly lacquered motorcoach up an icy mountain pa** at dusk on my way to see my therapist who once spent 3 years in the circus with her “Largest Tits in North America.” She always cries during our sessions. And then, every time, she wipes her eyes and carefully states that someday I will get it all together, and not drift so blindly like the seahorse with his throat slit, leaking a dark scarf across his moonlit coral homeland.