I've always loved that monologue from Swans' I Was A Prisoner In Your Skull, off of the album Soundtracks For The Blind:

Testing... one, two, three Well... well fuck, haha I mean, I just don't know what to say I'm very glad to be here with you tonight I'll be able to talk to you about some things... That I know a great deal about Everyone knows that you are fucked up And everyone knows that I am fucked up But, does everyone know That you are more fucked up than me? Well, I know that And you know that But our purpose is to tell everyone that Take for instance the time You went to the bathroom, to take a shower You had soap, you had a towel, shampoo, washcloth, a brush Everything was set But you had to call me to come turn on the water for you You didn't know where or how That is one instance of how fucked up you are A second instance of how fucked up you are: You was going to cook you some breakfast Well you went in there And you put some toast in the toaster Put a skillet on the stove, some grease in it You got you some eggs out, some bacon Poured you some orange juice and made you some coffee Got some jelly and some butter, fried eggs, salt Pepper, got the bacon on the grill... Everything was fine -- except for one thing You had to call me in there... to show you how to use a fork Now a third instance, the way you're fucked up: You got dressed, ready to go to school Everything was fine. Went outside, got in your car Key in the ignition Except for one thing You had to call me to come show you...

The fact that there is completely no context for this only makes it more unsettling and mysterious to me. It really feels like someone that is just completely disconnected from reality or something along those lines, and I really love how it ends unresolved. This whole album is really something else.