Spectrum

Florence + The Machine, Ceremonials, 2011

When we first came here,
We were cold and we were clear,
With no colours on our skin,
We were light and paper-thin.

And when we first came here,
We were cold and we were clear,
With no colours on our skin,
‘Till you let the spectrum in.

Say my name, and every colour illuminates.
We are shining, and we’ll never be afraid again.

And when we come for you,
We’ll be dressed up all in blue,
With the ocean in our arms,
Kissing eyes and kissing palms.

And when it’s time to pray,
We’ll be dressed up all in grey,
With metal on our tongues,
And silver in our lungs.

Say my name, and every colour illuminates.
We are shining, and we’ll never be afraid again.

And when we come back
We’ll be dressed in black
And you’ll scream our names aloud
And we won’t eat
And we won’t sleep
We’ll drag bodies from their graves

True Romance (dedicated to…)

She Wants Revenge, This Is Forever, 2007

Open your eyes and see me;
Tell me its not too late.
Whisper to me of a sad song,
Weighing us down in shame.
I always said I believed you,
You told me that was so cliche –
And with every kiss I resented you,
Because your feelings never got in the way.

I know that you never loved me.
I know that you never cared at all.
Maybe just one more dance,
Cause that’s as close as we’re getting to a true romance

Open your heart and feel me;
Tell me you don’t feel the same .
I dig down deep for forgiveness,
and still you’re busy placing the blame.
This isn’t about right or wrong now;
It’s not about wasted time;
I should’ve payed closer attention,
But I didn’t bother reading the signs.

I know that you never loved me.
I know that you never cared at all.
No my love we can’t be friends,
In fact I like you much better when you’re just pretend.

I know that you never loved me.
I know that you never cared at all.
Maybe just one more dance,
Cause that’s as close as we’re getting to a true romance.

Open your arms and hold me;
Tell me it will be alright.
tell me a thing you never told a soul,
It keeps you up at night
When could you tell it was over?
When did you turn on me?
I’d cry if I thought it would change your mind –
I’d cry for the girl I hoped you to be.

Institutionalized

Suicidal Tendencies, Suicidal Tendencies, 1984

Sometimes I try to do things
And it just doesn’t work out the way I want it to.
I get real frustrated, and I try hard to do it, and I take my time,
And it doesn’t work out the way I wanted to.
It’s like, I concentrate real hard, and it doesn’t work out.
Everything I do and everything I try never turns out.
It’s like, I need time to figure these things out
But there’s always someone there going,

“Hey Mike, you know, we’ve been noticing –
“You’ve been having a lot of problems lately.
“You know, maybe you should get away.
“Maybe you should talk about it, maybe you’ll feel a lot better.”

And I go “No it’s okay, you know. I’ll figure it out.
“Just leave me alone; I’ll figure it out.
“You know, I’ll just work it out myself.”
And they go, “Well you know,
“If you want to talk about it, I’ll be here, you know?
“And you’ll probably feel a lot better if you talk about it.
“So why don’t you talk about it?”

And I go, “No I don’t want to.
“I’m okay, I’ll figure it out myself.”

And they just keep bugging me!
And they just keep bugging me!
And it builds up inside and it builds up inside.
So you’re gonna be institutionalized
You’ll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes
You won’t have any say
They’ll brainwash you until you see their way.

I’m not crazy
You’re the one who’s crazy
You’re driving me crazy

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

I was in my room
And I was just like staring at the wall thinking about everything
But then again I was thinking about nothing
And then my mom came in
And I didn’t even know she was there
She called my name and I didn’t hear it
And then she started screaming: MIKE! MIKE!
And I go “What, what’s the matter?”
And she goes “What’s the matter with YOU?”
And I go “There’s nothing wrong mom.”
And she goes “Don’t tell me that, you’re on DRUGS!”
And I go “No mom, I’m not on drugs, I’m okay.
“I was just thinking, you know.
“Why don’t you get me a Pepsi?”

And she goes “NOOOOO! you’re on DRUGS!
I go “Mom I’m okay, I’m just thinking.”
She goes “You’re not thinking, you’re on drugs! Normal people don’t act that way!”
I go “Mom just give me a Pepsi, please? All I want is a Pepsi.”
And SHE WOULDN’T GIVE IT TO ME.
ALL I WANTED WAS A PEPSI.
JUST ONE PEPSI.
AND SHE WOULDN’T GIVE IT TO ME.

They give you a white shirt with long sleeves
Tied around your back, you’re treated like thieves
Drug you up because they’re lazy
It’s too much work to help a crazy

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

I was sitting in my room
And my mom and my dad came in
And they pulled up a chair and they sat down, they go:
“Mike, we need to talk to you”
And I go, “Okay,. what’s the matter?”
They go, “Me and your mom have been noticing lately
“That you’ve been having a lot of problems.
“And you’ve been going off for no reason.
“We’re afraid you’re gonna hurt somebody.
“We’re afraid you’re gonna hurt yourself.
“So we decided that it would be in your interest
“If we put you somewhere
“Where you could get the help that you need.”

And I go, “Wait –
“What do you mean?
“What are you talking about?
“WE decided!? MY best interest?!
“How can YOU know what MY best interest is?
“How can YOU say what MY best interest is?
“What are you trying to say, I’m crazy?
“When I went to your schools?
“I went to your churches?
“I went to your institutional learning facilities?
“So how can you say I’m crazy?”

They say they’re gonna fix my brain
Alleviate my suffering and my pain
But by the time they fix my head
Mentally I’ll be dead

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

It doesn’t matter I’ll probably get hit by a car anyway

You

Bad Religion, No Control, 1989

There’s a place where everyone can be happy
It’s the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world.
It’s made of candy canes, and planes, and bright red choo-choo trains,
And the meanest little boys; most innocent little girls.
And you know – I wish that I could go there,
Its a road that I have not found.
And I wish you the best of luck, dear,
Drop a card or letter to my side of town.

Because there’s no time for fussing and fighting my friend,
But baby I’m amazed at the hate that you can send and
You painted my entire world
But I don’t have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled
And I won’t forget it

There’s a place where everyone can be right,
Even though you remain determined to be opposed;
Admittance requires no qualifications…
It’s where everyone has been, and where everybody goes,
So please try not to be impatient – for we all hate standing in line;
And when the farm is good and bought,
You’ll be there without a thought,
And eternity, my friend is a long fucking time.

Because there’s no time for fussing and fighting, my friend,
But baby I’m amazed at the hate that you can send and
You painted my entire world
But I don’t have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled
And I won’t forget it