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BP Songs 3

 

"Lithium Sunset" by Sting

"Manic Depression" and "Purple Haze" by Jimi Hendrix

Manic depression is touching my soul
I know what I want but I just donít know
How to, go about gettiní it
Feeling sweet feeling,
Drops from my fingers, fingers
Manic depression is catchiní my soul

Woman so weary, the sweet cause in vain
You make love, you break love
Itís all the same
When itís, when itís over, mama
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, caress, caress
Manic depression is a frustrating mess

Well, I think Iíll go turn myself off,
And go on down
All the way down
Really ainít no use in me hanging around
In your kinda scene

Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, caress, caress
Manic depression is a frustrating mess

 

 

Purple Haze

Jimi Hendrix

 Purple haze all in my brain
Lately things donít seem the same
Actiní strange but I donít know why
íscuse me while I kiss the sky

Purple haze all around
Donít know if Iím cominí up or down

Am I happy or in misery?
What ever it is, that girl

Put a spell on me

Help me baby

Forget about it baby

Help me
Oh, no, no

[faint, spoken lyrics...all questionable]

Hammeriní
Talkiní íbout heart íní...s-soul
Iím talkiní about hard stuff
If everbodys still around, fluff and ease, if
So far out my mind
Somethings happening, somethings happening
Ooo, ahhh
 
Purple haze all in my eyes, uhh
Donít know if itís day or night
You got me blowiní, blowiní my mind
Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?

Ooo
Help me
Ahh, yea-yeah, purple haze, yeah
Oh, no, oh
Oh, help me

Purple haze, tell me, baby, tell me
I canít go on like this

Purple haze
Youíre makiní me blow my mind...mama
Purple haze, n-no, nooo

Purple haze, no, itís painful, baby

 

"Medication" by Garbage

I don't need an education
I learned all I need from you
They've got me on some medication
My point of balance was askew

 

It keeps my temperature from rising
My blood is pumping through my veins

Somebody get me out of here
I'm tearing at myself
Nobody gives a damn about me
Or anybody . . .

Else

I wear myself out in the morning
You're asleep when I get home
Please don't call me self defending
You know it cuts me to the bone

 

Though it's really not surprising
I hold a force I can't contain


 

Somebody get me out of here
I'm tearing at myself
Nobody gives a damn about me
Or anybody else

And still you call me co-dependent
Somehow you laid the blame on me

 

And still you call me co-dependent
Somehow you laid the blame on me

Somebody get me out of here
I'm tearing at myself
I've got to make a point these days
To extricate myself

Somebody get me out of here
I'm tearing at myself
Nobody gives a damn about me
Or anybody else

And still you call me co-dependent
Somehow you laid the blame on me
And still you call me co-dependent

Somehow you lay the blame on me
Somehow you lay the blame on me
Somehow you lay the blame on me

"Paint It, Black" by The Rolling Stones

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes


I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
 

Hmm, hmm, hmm, ...
I wanna see it painted, painted black
 

Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!

"Paranoid Eyes" by Pink Floyd

Button your lip.

And don't let the shield slip.
Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask.

And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions
You can hide, hide, hide,

Behind paranoid eyes.

You put on our brave face and slip over the road

for a jar.
Fixing your grin as you casually lean

on the bar,

Laughing too loud

at the rest of the world
With the boys in the crowd
You can hide, hide, hide,

Behind petrified eyes.

You believed in their stories of fame, fortune and glory.
Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age
The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high.

And you hide, hide, hide,
Behind brown and mild eyes.

 

 "River Below" by Billy Talent

Rejected...since day one
My name is...bastard son
I've been damned...

so many times I've lost count!

Blue collar...working man
Devises...master plan
Bi-polar...with a mental side arm

I'm sick and I'm twisted
I'm broken, you can't fix it
Don't make me, cause I'll do it
Red button and we'll all go

Into the river below...i'm running from the inferno...
They'll think I'm insane but ya'll all know my name!
Into the river below...i'm running from the inferno...
I'll take all the blame, the front page and the fame!

Contraption...made up of
Nuts and bolts...creates the
New monster...that burned your family tree down!
Tick-tocking...times up now
Split second...the world frowns
Lonely heart...never let nobody!

I'm sick and I'm twisted
I'm broken - you can't fix it
Don't make me, cause I'll do it
Red blood and then we'll all go

Into the river below...i'm running from the inferno...
They'll think I'm insane -  but ya'll all know my name!
Into the river below...i'm running from the inferno...
I'll take all the blame, the front page and the fame!

I'll take all the blame
The front page and the fame
Into the river below!
Into the river below!
Into the river below!
Into the river below!

Into the river below...i'm running from the inferno...
They'll think I'm insane but ya'll all know my name!
Into the river below...i'm running from the inferno...
I'll take all the blame, the front page and the fame!

Yeah I'll take all the blame
The front page and the fame
But you'll all know my name
And they'll think I'm insane
But you'll all know my name
But they'll think I'm insane

 

"The Fear" by Pulp_(band)

This is our "Music from A Bachelors Den" -
the sound of loneliness turned up to ten.
A horror soundtrack from a stagnant water-bed
And it sounds just like this.

This is the sound of someone losing the plot
making out that they're okay when they're not.
You're gonna like it,
but not a lot
and the chorus goes like this:

Oh baby,
here comes the fear again.
The end is near again.
A monkey's built a house on your back.
You can't get anyone to come in the sack
and here comes another panic attack
Oh here we go again.

So now you know the words to our song,
pretty soon you'll all be singing along.
When you're sad, when you're lonely
and it all turns out wrong.
When you've got the fear.

And then you're no longer searching
for beauty or love
just some kind of life
with the edges taken off.
When you can't even define what it is that you're frightened of
this song will be here.

Oh baby,
here comes the fear gain.
The end is near again.
If you ever get that chimp off your back.
If you ever find the thing that you lack
but you know you're only having a laugh
and here we go again.
Until the end.

Until the end

 AAAHHHHHHHHHH

 

"Vincent" by Don McLean

Starry, starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.

Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.

And now I understand

what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.

They would not listen
they did not know how

perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night
flaming flowers that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze

reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue.

Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

And now I understand

what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.

They would not listen
they did not know how

perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you
but still your love was true
and when no hope was left in sight on that starry, starry night.

You took your life as lovers often do;

But I could have told you, Vincent
this world was never meant for one
as beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night
portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.

Like the stranger that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloody rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.

And now I think I know

 what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.

They would not listen
they're not listening still

perhaps they never will.

 

"The Letter" by Kristin Hersh

September 29, 1984

Dear so and so
Gather me up because I'm lost
Or I'm back where I started from
I'm crawling on the floor rolling on the ground
I might cry I won't go home
I am turning up in circles
And I'm spinning on my knuckles
Don't forget that there are circles left undone
And very close to me
Forgive me comfort me
I'm crawling on the floor rolling on the ground
There's a blanket wrapped around my head
I'm moving in a line that's shaped like this
I'm holding in my breath
I have a room
Can you tell if I am lying
Don't forget I'm living inside the space where walls and floor meet
There's a box inside my chest
An animal stuffed with my frustrations
Can you hear me?
Don't forget that I'm alone when you're away
You make me act like other people do forgive me
Comfort me You comfort me You make me die
I'm gonna cry I won't go home
Don't kill the god of sadness
Just don't let her get you down
See the man inside this book I read can't handle his own head
So what the hell am I supposed to do ?
I wonder how he died
My hands are shaking don't you love me anymore
I only need a person, keep my shoulders
Stand around lie down move your hand above the floor
Gather me up because I'm lost
Or I'm back where I started from
I'm crawling on the floor rolling on the ground
I'm gonna cry you look for me
Love Kristin
P.S. keep them coming

 

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