Going Insane

Because sometimes it feels like it.


When you are younger
Full of colour and wonder
They tell you that you are insane
They make you straighten your hair out
Sit up and play right
Of else you will end up insane

The lunatics run the asylum
So lock all your windows and doors
I don’t know what goes on inside them
Except that they’re dangerous fools
I guess that what I’m trying to say
Is that they’re gonna try to fuck you anyway
It’s enough to make you fall to the floor
Curl up in a ball
And make yourself small
But it’s no answer at all

Take what you’re given
For the life that you’re living
Or else you will end up insane
If you don’t fill the hole
That they want you to fit in
They can always just say you’re insane

They claim that they’ve got all the answers
They claim that there’s only one way
And when they’re revealed to be chancers
They claim you’re the same
I guess that what they’re trying to say
Is that they’re going to get to fuck you either way
It’s so hard to keep your eye on the ball
When they make you feel small
And they don’t take your calls
And you’re left with fuck all

They say that they’ve locked up
The doors and the windows
To keep you from going insane
The outside is frightening
But look! The inside’s inviting
They want you to stay insane

Nobody knows where they’re going
But they still keep you lashed to the wheel
They say it’s considered opinion
That it’s you and not them who are fools
I think that what they’re trying to do
Is make sure that you don’t feel like you
Keeping you down in your place
And out of the race
Because of your face

They killed god and put themselves in his place
They killed people and then called them a race
And look out your window you can see it’s still there
A sky full of drones and yet nobody cares
Entertaining lies just to fill up your screens
Drowning out truth and what it might mean
Money is pouring straight out of the sky
Too much to share so people must die

I guess that what I’m trying to say
Is that they’re gonna try to fuck you anyway
It’s enough to make you fall to the floor
Curl up in a ball
And make yourself small
But it’s no answer at all

So now that you’re older
And if the world seems much colder
Be happy if you are insane


It’s been a gloomy week, chez Freud. Why? Who knows. For a long time now I’ve been persecuted by the black dog – but it’s certainly been worse over the last decade or more, during which time I’ve had a brain tumour and destroyed most of the network of friendship I’d built up as a support network over the preceding 25 years – damage that can’t be undone.

But while happier times on the personal front seem to be hoving into view, my underlying condition remains unaltered – and, frankly, the world is doing a shit job of helping out; what with its wars, atrocities, venality, general pestilence and people voting for Pringles as the nation’s favourite crisp.

Eventually, this sick-of-it-all, pox-on-everyone’s-house milieu was bound to make itself felt in the form of a song. And here it is.

Originally, I’d planned to make a full production of it with bass and drums and such, but when I heard back the raw backing track I thought: fuck it. Sometimes the song can stand on its own. It’s not polished. I stumble over the words. The guitar tracks are out of time with each other. My voice creaks and breaks everywhere… but I think I like the effect. I suppose this unvarnished effect, coupled with the waltzing, folksy feel and withering anger puts it in the ‘protest song’ genre.

As ever, there’s a chance I’ll revisit this later and buff it up – arguably the repetition is a verse too long (especially in the absence of other instrumentation) but for now it’s a pretty authentic expression of feeling so I’m going to go with it.

You still here? And reading this? What’s wrong with you? Go to the park and play frisbee or something. Love you.

Corporation Pop

I am sure you are as thrilled as I am to know that my third album is on general release. It’s free on Bandcamp, YouTube and Spotify, but I guess if you wanted to pay for it then you could do so on iTunes or Google or whatever. Not that anyone does – I’m just saying the option exists, OK? Oh – and if you choose the Bandcamp version there’s a couple of bonus tracks chucked in.If you’ve never read this blog before, then there are tedious little posts about each individual track – which are more or less my thoughts about them as I finished them. I can’t imagine you’d be interested in that either, but you know. It’s a thing.

What do I feel about this album myself though? Well. I think this is the one where I’m happiest about the overall sound. I set off with my recording projects about 3 years ago and sometimes need to remind myself how much better I’ve got at that kind of thing.

Compare and contrast, if you will, two versions of this song: May 2016 and November 2018.

Hard to argue that I haven’t got better at recording, isn’t it?

I think I’ve also improved as a musician. My skills as a guitarist have never been great, but they atrophied greatly while I was purely playing rhythm as part of a band. Now that I’m noodling around a lot more at home, my playing has got much more accurate and I’m better able to play the things I hear in my head. Still no technical wizard, and my mind is still faster than my fingers, but you know – getting there. I think I’m a better bassist than guitarist now.

In terms of style and content I dunno. I can only write what I like. I’ve been pretty keen to experiment with different genres and lyrical themes since I could crawl, and I don’t think this wildly different in that regard. In fact, it’s probably less varied than either of my two previous waxings in terms of musical styles.

Lyrically? Well I dunno. My thoughts are what my thoughts are (you can read all my published lyrics here, if you’re so minded). Some of the the songs are very personal, some of them less so, and some of them really don’t have much content behind them other than the need to fill the song with something. Overall though, I’m pretty happy.

My next project is likely to be very different. I have a string of acoustic numbers which flirt with country, blues, and folk. I have a feeling that despite being simpler, they will actually be harder to record. So don’t wait up.

I guess thanks as usual to my collaborator Den, who added much more competent guitar tracks to a couple of numbers, my wife for putting up with me cluttering up various rooms in the house with leads and microphones and stuff, and to the odd person who occasionally comments or likes these things on Twitter or YouTube and thus proves to me that at least somebody is listening 😛