Jack Conte performs a surreal spoken poem about dreams and dread, with repeated images of teeth falling and a heart pulled out with a kitchen fork. He then announces a tour starting in two weeks from Canada to Las Vegas, offering free entry to volunteers who help in each city.
Chapters
Wake from a dream where I was stuck losing my teeth. Lucky for me, it was all fake, or not what it seemed. Where, oh, where Where do we go next? Haunted pillow beneath my head. Where does it go? Where does it go? Where does it go? Where does it go?
Pick out her heart with a kitchen fork. Pin down her arms and wake from a scar. Still feeling sick. Where did it get started? Where, oh, where did this come from? Oh my God, my God.
Wait! Don't go anywhere! I have 2 really quick things to say. First, I'm going on tour! Wahoo! In less than 2 weeks. Starting in Canada, going all the way to Las Vegas. The second thing is, I need help in each city. Somebody to, like, help us do things and maybe load the car or, like, roll cables backstage or something. You get into the show free, it's super fun, woo! If you want to help in any one of the cities, send me a YouTube message. I'll see you in a couple weeks! Come hang out with us! We're gonna be social and we'll have drinks together and juice. Or if you don't like to drink, 'cause I don't really like to drink all the time either. Sometimes I much prefer a glass of chocolate milk, or there's this really new juice that I started liking a lot. It's called cranberry— cranberry plump— no, blueberry! Cranberry blueberry juice. It's so good. See you soon! Goodbye!
