Acoustic track, rather sardonic song, which almost defies labelling. Glorious violin solo from Graham Smith.
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rock
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uk
bristol
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davis
geoff
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Story behind the song
This song is about an individual suffering from psychotic hypomania, and the difficulties that people around him have in dealing with the fact of his illness.(The popular press have made the word psychotic synonymous with psychopathic, which is a corruption of the true meaning of the word.)
Lyrics
Psychotic's Lament
It seems as though the chips are down
You feel you wear a madman's crown
And all your so-called friends are out of town.
No phone calls or no letters come
And everyone you know looks dumb
Or could it be just you they wish to shun?
Chorus:
And they say you're crazy
Cause you've been away
To a farmyard hazy
So fun to stay.
The lady in the upstairs flat
You wonder what she's staring at
You've never seen a look as strange as that.
And every job that you may seek
You've been refused before you speak
Your history has branded you as weak.
Chorus
Instrumental and chorus
So ostracized you may be sore
As each one drops the mask he wore
The pose of being friendly and mature.
And then you find someone like you
Whose misconceptions are as few
You know your world of dream is largely through.
Chorus three times