Iâm having eye issues and no one knows what theyâre doing, itâs incredibly frustrating. I left my new surgeon SO mad no one had told me I need 2 surgeries and 6 months between and MAYBE itâll be ok .. maybe another ?
The urge came from nowhere ~ I angry walked uphill for a while and itâs my rock angst go to again (first time I heard it live I thought it was âIâve been taking Prozac on the hourâ - and itâs actually cold bath)
âYou lock the door / And throw away the key / There's someone in my head but it's not me.â
The chaotic laughter at the end gets me every time, conjuring the image of someone completely losing control.
To me, the track symbolizes the yin/yang nature of beauty and chaos.
The band members have also acknowledged that the song was inspired by their former bandmate Syd Barrettâs mental health decline.
This short doc on YouTube about Barrett is worth a watch
https://youtu.be/zQgNjjmTKqA
The days I donât want to kill myself
are extraordinary. Deep bass. All the people
in the streets waiting for their high fives
and leaping, I mean leaping,
when they see me. I am the sun-filled
god of love. Or at least an optimistic
under-secretary. There should be a word for it.
The days you wake up and do not want
to slit your throat. Money in the bank.
Enough for an iced green tea every weekday
and Saturday and Sunday! Itâs like being
in the armpit of a Hammond B3 organ.
Just reeks of gratitude and funk.
The funk of ages. I am not going to ruin
my loveâs life today. Itâs like the time I said yes
to gray sneakers but then the salesman said
Wait. And there, out of the back room,
like the bakeryâs first biscuits: bright-blue kicks.
Iridescent. Like a scarab! Oh, who am I kidding,
it was nothing like a scarab! It was like
bright. blue. fucking. sneakers! I did not
want to die that day. Oh, my God.
Why donât we talk about it? How good it feels.
And if you donât know then youâre lucky
but also you poor thing. Bring the band out on the stoop.
Let the whole neighborhood hear. Come on, Everybody.
Say it with me nice and slow
âââno pillsââno cliffââno brains on the floor
Bring the bass back.ââââno ropeââno hoseâânot today,
Satan.
Every day I wake up with my good fortune
and news of my demise. Donât keep it from me.
Why donât we have a name for it?
Bring the bass back. Bring the band out on the stoop.
Hallelujah!
Think I happened upon this guy in my algorithm through listening to a lot of ML Buch but I am really drawn to this song. The way he enunciates âsix packets of painkillersâ is stuck in my head
ADHD is why. Game changers were putting my keys in the same spot ALWAYS. Clothes out the night before. Gear (if youâre using tech) checked, packed & ready. Automate and repeat the processes that are constant and you gain headspace and time (allegedly)