Story by Stanislaw Lem.
A man develops the belief that he is a brain in a jar on a shelf.
He can’t love his wife, his children.
His friends, wife try to help him. He sees a therapist to talk him back to reality.
They are all brains on a shelf.
Verse 1:
Thought I was a cowboy, ridin’ the range free,
With a heart full of dreams and a wild destiny.
But fate took a turn, and here I am, morose,
A brain in a jar, not even riding a horse.
Chorus:
Oh, I’m just a brain in a jar on the shelf,
Thinkin’ ‘bout the days when I was by myself.
No more ridin’ high under the big open sky,
Now I’m just a shelf-brain, watchin’ time go by.
Verse 2:
I remember the sunsets, the feel of the wind,
The sound of the river where the trails would bend.
Now it’s just silence, in this glass prison cold,
Longin’ for the life that I used to hold.
Chorus:
Oh, I’m just a brain in a jar on the shelf,
Thinkin’ ‘bout the days when I was by myself.
No more ridin’ high under the big open sky,
Now I’m just a shelf-brain, watchin’ time go by.