Problems don’t come along one by one.
The first one that arrives yells, to the other ones:
Hey guys!!!! Here’s another we can feast upon!

I fight them, I know ‘bout self-defence,
But there’s always one to break my back…
And, right there, things will go from bad to worse.

Cos those assholes conjure up their cousins, my personal Demons…
If you never have seen one of your own, consider yourself blessed:
You won’t have nightmares by day, and will sleep reassured at night.

For it’s the night that people have dreams, not even aware when they get up.
They take care of you, replenish, nourish, and get stuff clean again.
In case you remember one, well, you’d better do something with it that matters.

… Most of the time, demons won’t let me:
They curse, stain a beautiful mind, repossess my luck,
Unload the Fear of fears on me, and have a jolly good laugh about it all.

Taking prescription pills, trying to uphold the daily chores;
Knowing it is the only way to fight them problems, and eventually
the demons…. But when will dreamtime come… again?


Thanks go out to Rob, for assessing this first release


Dreamtime... Again

I’m not strong,
Don’t claim to have any looks
And, not unlike a teenager, I tend to fail a lot.

There are no personal topics to boast about,
And so, often people will choose to ignore me,
Although - ya know -  I ain’t all that bad.

It’s been that way for long, somewhere lost the will to be a contender;
So, in getting any of the attention desired, things are looking bleak.
Yeah… unless I can release myself from these daily troubles.

To get things out of my head,
And into my fingers and toes…
Gotta rush… to that personal Shining, Crazy, Diamond…

Baseball isn’t just a game, as many players know,
It often is a striking metaphor for the walk of Life, and
Through practice and help from my team, I’m no longer… The Easy Out.


The Easy Out

Something that is a long time overdue. Lyrics to "I want you to believe":

There’s recovery for the “insane”!
People are experiencing it as I write;
It started nowhere, but it’s here to stay.

If ailments of the body can be healed, why can’t the mind’s?
If straight can turn bent, ain’t that a blessing in disguise?
For the bent see, feel and hear, and probably know a little too much…

Many a times they are peers to each other, helping out where they can,
Don’t expect, nor fear, them to change the world,
Because, fools, You already did!

Reaching out above, keeping their feet deep in the mud,
Call ‘em Slackers, they can carry that name with pride,
Because they are whole, once again.

One day, hopefully, the closed wards will no longer exist,
Some doctors will admit they were wrong, in their assumptions on the essence of Mind,
And there will be recovery for the “insane”…


I Want You To Believe

Vital Depression / Lady Medusa

Seems it no longer exists, this thing called Vital Depression.
Everyone’s feeling down these days, you know,
And it feels so good… to say: “me, too”… you know.

Vital Depression, i really don’t like to coin you….
You’re ugly, and you’re wide awake in that stinking bed,
Everyone is leaving the scene cause you are the worst of news.

Vital Depression, you are worth fighting though;
You’re killing them Souls by the dozens a day,
And that is something i just can’t bear nor take.

Vital Depression,  i took up this task, ever so urgent, to help my fellow souls,
Little did i know: you are the one and only Lady Medusa,
And there is no fucking way, that i can, any longer, look you in the Eye….

Lady Medusa, darkest of Nightmares, i hope you feared me like i fear you,
Because, one Day, I’m sure, your intrepid slayers will come…
They’ll cut you down to size, and free burning Souls for days to come!


Vital Depression / Lady Medusa

He wanted to Die... or did he?

One day, an overseas friend yelled “I wanna Die”!
His cry struck me by lightning, and I felt paralyzed while
The others just shrugged or even joked…

All this ignorance… don’t they feel his pain?
Knowing my friend in his despair better than they do…
It doesn’t make me a better man.

Neither am I his soul mate – his wife certainly is,
It explains a lot though, to me,
About my actions from an unexpressed past….

No, he didn’t want to Die…
Neither did he ask for that Panacea of the helpful called “attention”;
He didn’t want to Live that day, but most of the time he’s glad to be alive.

Don’t you try to understand and venture into this uncharted territory,
It’s barren, cold and unforgiving… and has many a man go berserk,
Be warned… only the prepared can survive.


He Wanted To Die (... or did he?)

This was written in 1981. At present, things have worsened beyond control. This song used to be a warning, it's better for protest nowadays. Lyrics by John Watts (Fischer-Z):

You’re no anarchist, You’re not extreme,
But you’ve threatened them,
With your dream, dream, dream.

So be careful,
Multinationals bite, bite , bite;
They’ll destroy you overnight.

Chorus (4x):
I hear war drums,
Picking up pieces of blood for you now,
Now, now, now, now. 

You don’t realize the extent of their power,
I can’t help you, you, you, you, you, you,
Anymore!

And you’ll find out,
Multinationals bite, bite, bite;
They’ll destroy you overnight.

Chorus (4x):

There’s no justice outside the law,
They have governments,
They have governments –
Under control….


Multinationals Bite!

Anger is an energy...

Lyrics by John Watts (1979):

Lies!! Lies!! Lies!! Lies!!
You say you're a doctor of minds,
don't stick that syringe in my arm!
"It's just medication to help you calm down,
it really won't do any harm."

Lies!! Lies!! Lies!! Lies!!
Why must you confine me in here?
I think I'll forget who I am!
"It's all obligation to help you get well,
and leave here a NORMAL young man."

Lies!! Lies!! Lies!! Lies!!
I must be crazy!
You must be crazy!
You must be!!

If you think that I'm crazy,
you should see all the folks back at home!
"I think that it's time you went back to your ward,
- and make sure he's not left alone -."

Lies!! Lies!! Lies!! Lies!!
You say you're a doctor of minds,
don't stick that syringe in my arm!
"It's just medication to help you calm down,
it really won't do any harm."

Lies!! Lies!! Lies!! Lies!!
I must be crazy,
I must be crazy
I must be.......

Lies!!!

Won it all - lost a lot
In control again
Writing poems from the other side,
Sharing stories of pain and recovery


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