Doctor, Doctor! from Space Junk by Sam Lou Talbot

DOCTOR, DOCTOR!

I got a call, the doctor’s receptionist. She said: “Hello, is that Samantha?” Said my last name and I knew it was kind of formal. Don’t like to pick up these calls. And I said: “Yes, speaking. It’s me.” And she said: “I’m sorry.” And I shook in my boots waiting for reality to set in. It always starts with a blood test. It always starts with a blood test. It always starts with a blood test. It always starts with a blood test. The only time I wanna be normal is when the doctor calls on me. On me. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. Doctor, doctor, show me the chart. Squiggly lines. Sinus tachycardia. I said: “What is causing it? And he said: “Look it up. Google it!” And I thought well, is there anything I can do, or am I doomed? I noticed at age 25 I had a lifeline that was half as long as my boyfriend’s and I thought I’m getting out of here earlier than he will. He’ll have so much fun and I’m gonna’ be six-foot under. I’m gonna’ be six-foot under. Six-foot under. Six-foot under. Six-foot under. Six-foot under. I said “Doctor, am I dying?” And he looked at me and said: “No, not yet. But we’ve all got to die.” Doctor, doctor, give it to me! Doctor, doctor, reality. Doctor, doctor, give it to me! Doctor, doctor, a piece of reality. Oh-la-la-la-la. Oh-la-la-la-la. Oh-la-la-la-la. Oh-la-la-la-la. Doctor, doctor, doctor. Doctor, doctor, tell me, this reality. Is it always a blood test? The only time we want to be defined as ‘normal’. Doctor, doctor, give it to me. Doctor, doctor, a piece of reality. Doctor, doctor, give it to me. Am I dying? Then if so tell me.

• Alternative
• counterculture
• folk
• indie
• post-punk
• singer-songwriter
• Glasgow