I got shoved down, got pushed around
All I remember was a moanin’ sound
Don’t remember one thing more
All I remember was wakin’ up on the shore
Slowly opening his eyes, yellow.
My arms and legs were broken
Red, well chipped.
My feet were splintered
My head was cracked
Cracked in half — the nut, too. Green.
I couldn't walk, couldn't talk, smell, feel …
Nut bespeckled with crumbly red bits, poking through.
Couldn't see …
I didn't know where I was
Red, but looks like it was skinned off in several places.
I was bald
Broken open brown. Whole nut jutting out.
But lucky to be alive, though!
From: Talkin' Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues
by Bob Dylan