Jacob Griscom
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2018-07-28

Heart's Gone Crazy

Acute anxiety as phonetic slippage. Panic narrated with wit, ending in bodily grounding.

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Heart's Gone Crazy

Acute anxiety as phonetic slippage. Panic narrated with wit, ending in bodily grounding.

33 tracks

0:002:10

Original Recording on Instagram

Lyrics

How it's gonna go
When your heart's gone crazy?
Mind be racey
Ain't got no space, see?
Scary place me
Please don't face me
Food's not tasty
Losing grace
Outta place
Drained my face
Just can't take it
Think I break it

That's my edge
And then I cracked
Stacked the pack
Pack went slack
Oh fuck

Why'm I laughin'
Crackalackin'
Tryna tidy up
like spick and spackin'
Guess I got a knack for packin'
Aspirin
I swear I'm cool like Aspen
I'm forced to fastin'

I don't even know myself
Thought I did
Blew my wealth
Like an untrained kid
Spent it all on time before it
Couldn't store it
Got distorted
Tried to sport it
Got deported

Didn't sleep
Didn't eat
Ran each morning
Just to breathe

Heart's gone crazy
Mind won't land
Everything I am
Shaking in my hands

Interpretation

Acute anxiety rendered as phonetic slippage. Meaning destabilizes as the nervous system overloads; language devolves into childlike suffixes and manic sound-play. Humor becomes a pressure valve. Control cracks, cognition fragments, digestion and money mirror mental loss. The speaker witnesses their own unraveling in real time, narrating panic with wit rather than despair. The final line collapses the spiral into bodily reality—undercutting drama with physiology. Emotional vector: panic → manic play → self-recognition → bodily grounding.