COWBOY LOOKING FOR DR. FUTURE
I’m a cowboy — a psychedelic, disoriented cowboy.
Did I dream this? I don’t think so.
I’m a grown man in my 60s, but simultaneously 9 years old.
It’s dusk, and I’m on the beach.
Clouds, sand, waves . .
I remember riding horses on a beach with my parents.
That was in Mexico.
What happened to my life?
Where will I go?
Dr. Future, can you hear me?
I’m a cowboy looking for Dr. Future
I’m a cowboy looking for Dr. Future
The moonlight is right behind me
The moonlight is right behind my head
My horse died a thousand years ago
My horse died a thousand years ago
Dr. Future can you hear me?
Dr. Future can you hear me?
Knock, knock, knock . .
Ahhhh . .
I’m a cowboy looking for Dr. Future
I’m a cowboy looking for Dr. Future
Lee Feldman: keyboards, vocals
Byron Isaacs: bass
Bill Dobrow: drums
Scott Hollingsworth: percussion, background vocals
HELLO
I’m trying to talk to you from far away.
I’m trying to reach Bob Stein.
We were friends at one point, and I want to re-connect.
Bob Stein and I both loved the Beatles when we were kids.
I’m not sure what he does now, or where he lives.
What would I even say if I reached him?
I want to put all the puzzle pieces of my life together.
Like an imaginary musical falling in the forest.
If nobody is there to hear it, does it make a sound?
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Bob? Can you hear me?
Hello?
Lee Feldman: keyboards, vocals
Byron Isaacs: bass
Bill Dobrow: drums
ATHEISTS
A Jewish scholar is studying alone in an empty building.
The words he studies fill his mind and heart.
Somehow, I’ve snuck into the building unseen.
I’m behind some kind of curtain, halfway up towards the ceiling, floating.
All of that time practicing music, by myself.
But here I am now — this is what I’ve been practicing for.
I can see the back of the scholar’s head, and I’m watching his finger as he traces the page.
I have a small harmonium that’s hovering up behind the curtain with me.
Mental health is a funny thing.
Today, I’m not an atheist.
Nobody studied atheists and mental health.
The literature is silent in this area.
What about people who are nervous in buildings?
What about people who are nervous in buildings?
I am in a building
playing an old piano
I am not an atheist today.
Nobody studied why it is I’m feeling bad.
Nobody knows how I’m gonna leave this world.
What about people who are nervous in buildings?
What about people who are nervous in buildings?
I am in a building
playing another song
I am not an atheist today.
Lee Feldman: keyboards, vocals
Byron Isaacs: bass
Bill Dobrow: percussion
BOB STEIN
There he is!
Bob Stein! Sitting at the railroad station, with nice pants, shirt and a suitcase.
I’m starting to go up to him, and even say his name, “Bob…”, but before I get to him, the train comes.
Nobody left at this outdoor train station in the middle of nowhere.
I walk around the perimeter of the small building.
I’m daydreaming now, thinking for some reason about Sesame Street.
I wish I knew more about architecture . . .
Bob Stein
Bob Stein
Bob Stein
Sitting at the railroad station.
Sitting at the railroad station.
Sitting at the railroad station.
Bob Stein
Bob Stein
Bob Stein
Bob Stein
Lee Feldman: keyboards, vocals
Byron Isaacs: bass
Bill Dobrow: drums
HANDS ON THE SINK
All the people she loves, they come to her at once.
Even at night when she sleeps, they come to her.
Usually she can take care of them all.
She’s like an orchestra conductor, conducting the symphonies of everyone’s problems.
But this afternoon, something happened.
They don’t even know me.
She goes into the kitchen.
She puts her hands on the sink.
She just needs to think for a minute.
She goes into the kitchen
She just puts her hands on the sink
She just wants to think for a minute.
She goes into the kitchen
She just puts her hands on the sink
She just wants to think for a minute.
Lee Feldman: keyboards, vocals
Byron Isaacs: bass synth, background vocals
COUNTERTRANSFERENCE
I became a therapist.
And the world is my oyster.
How does that make you feel?
Come in. Come in to my office.
Sit down wherever you like.
You can tell me anything.
I am comfortable with silence.
Countertransference,
That’s what I’m bringing you tonight.
Countertransference,
That’s what I’m bringing you tonight.
Countertransference.
That’s what I’m bringing you tonight.
Countertransference,
That’s what I’m bringing you tonight.
All of my thoughts are your thoughts.
All of my thoughts are your thoughts.
Lee Feldman: keyboards, vocals
Byron Isaacs: bass
Bill Dobrow: drums
WE WAS
There’s this one spot where the BX10 bus turns the corner and starts going uphill.
6 pm, work is over, green trees, sunlight.
We was always looking.
We was always taking the bus down the hill.
We was always waiting.
We was always paying our bills like a citizen.
We got the world.
We got the world.
We got the world . . .behind us.
Lee Feldman: keyboards, vocals
Byron Isaacs: bass
Bill Dobrow: drums, percussion
THE OVERTURE
It’s an overture to the future . .
Lee Feldman: keyboards, vocals
Byron Isaacs: bass
Bill Dobrow: drums
ANXIETY
It’s me again, the Cowboy.
People don’t think of cowboys as having anxiety.
But I’m here to tell you that they do.
At the end of the day, I’m happy that the chores are done.
But I’m thinking of taking psychedelics if I get the opportunity.
I’m not a particular creative person, but I would like to be remembered.
I’m more than my feelings and I’m more than the Universe.
I’m a Cowboy looking for Dr. Future.
I’m still here.
All my parts are working good (as can be expected).
Are you near?
I am close and I need you to be detected.
I’m more than the universe . .
I’m more than the sky . .
I’m more than my feelings . .
Anxiety
Are we done?
Has the sun surrendered and gone beneath the mountain?
Have we won?
Has the boat pulled up its flag?
Are we still standing?
I’m more than the universe . .
I’m more than the sky . .
I’m more than my feelings . .
Anxiety
Lee Feldman: keyboards, vocals
Byron Isaacs: bass
Bill Dobrow: drums
MY NAME USED TO BE BOB STEIN
A busy restaurant.
Bob Stein, sitting, eating alone.
He’s undergoing a transition during the meal.
Bob is aware that he is shedding the old skin of Bob Stein and is becoming Dr. Future, and he is excited about it.
Phone messages from the past are echoing in his mind.
“This is a message for Bob Stein . . “
Bob no longer will answer to the name Bob Stein.
His future is as Dr. Future!
Check, please . .
My name used to be Bob Stein.
My name used to be Bob Stein.
Now it’s Dr. Future!
Dr. Future!
name is Dr. Future!
My name used to be Bob Stein.
My name used to be Bob Stein.
Now it’s Dr. Future!
Dr. Future!
name is Dr. Future!
My name used to be Bob Stein.
My name used to be Bob Stein.
My name used to be Bob Stein.
My name was Robert Stein.
Lee Feldman: keyboards, vocals
Byron Isaacs: bass
Bill Dobrow: drums
I AM ON DRUGS
If you were looking down from above, you would see Bob lying in bed with his eyes closed.
But it’s not a restful sleep.
New beginnings are not easy.
If you look closely at his face, it is changing.
This is a system that kills all the people . .
In real life, Bob never took drugs.
Everything’s gonna get worse (for you) . . .
Bob’s face is changing.
I am on drugs
I am on drugs
I am on drugs
I am on drugs
Everything’s gonna get worse for you.
Everything’s gonna get worse for you.
Everything’s gonna get worse.
I am on drugs
I am on drugs
This is a system that kills all the people
This is a system that kills all the people
This is a system that kills all the people
I am on drugs
I am on drugs
Everything’s gonna get worse for you.
Everything’s gonna get worse for you.
Everything’s gonna get worse.
I am on drugs
I am on drugs
I am on drugs
I am on drugs
I am on drugs
Lee Feldman: keyboards, vocals
Byron Isaacs: bass
Bill Dobrow: drums
WORDS OF THE JOYLESS PAINTINGS
Things don’t have to make sense when nobody knows who you are.
You’re humming to yourself on the BX10 bus as it turns the corner and starts going uphill.
There’s a kind of safety in obscurity.
You don’t know Bob Stein, but you are familiar with Dr. Future . .
You are ready to be a superhero, but you will miss those dreams.
The vertical dialysis was plastered on the fingers of my people
As they crawled along the street.
Cataracts of loneliness and orange echo trees . .
Cauterized birds, broken orange . .
Words of the joyless paintings.
I’ve been to the museum, I’ve seen the words of the joyless paintings.
We would make a plan to go to the beach if we were able
When we were somebody else’s children.
Stuck inside a mute generational boundary . .
I’m unable to make it home.
Lee Feldman: keyboards, vocals
Byron Isaacs: bass
DR. FUTURE TO THE RESCUE
The woman at the sink pauses.
The cowboy takes a breath.
We used to be friends, watching TV together in the 60s.
Things change, people change.
Mental health is a funny thing.
An unexpected breeze as I type this on my computer.
Down time.
The future is here and I made it.
I knew Bob Stein when.
Astro Boy, Gigantor, Tobor the 8th Man . . .
Dr. Future to the Rescue!
Dr. Future to the rescue asks you this time don’t politicize my name.
Dr. Future.
Dr. Future.
Dr. Future.
Dr. Future.
Dr. Future to the rescue asks you this time don’t politicize my name.
Dr. Future.
Dr. Future.
Dr. Future.
Dr. Future.
Lee Feldman: keyboards, vocals
Byron Isaacs: bass
Bill Dobrow: drums
Scott Hollingsworth: percussion, keyboards
WALK AWAY
Thousands, millions of people walking to the shore.
This is an imaginary musical, so feel free to use your imagination.
What’s the worst that can happen?
An imaginary musical, falling in the forest.
They might be walking silently, but what’s in their minds, their memories?
I’m behind some kind of curtain, halfway up towards the ceiling, floating.
I have a small harmonium that’s hovering up behind the curtain with me.
Mental health is a funny thing.
Today, I’m not an atheist.
Hello?
And now we walk away
We don’t even try to fight it
We don’t even make a noise anymore.
Dr. Future is here to guide us
Dr. Future, he knows the way to the shore
(solo)
Walk away
Walk away
Walk
Walk away
Walk away
Walk