I used to write an online mental health column for Continuing Medical Education, Inc. out in Irvine, California, home of the UC-Irvine Anteaters. The site I wrote for was called, "The Write Brain," and my particular column was called, "Marginalia" The site was taken down after a couple of years. Although CME was kind enough to send me a CD of two years' worth or my work, I managed to lose the disc without too much effort. I am trying to reconstruct in my muddled mind some of the stuff that struck me as pretty good. There is not much that will come back to me in anything like the original, but I will get as close as I can.
What appears below is a first attempt at writing lyrics. The original was much better, believe me.
The Bipolar Manic Depressive Mood Swinging Blues
Copyright 2010 Marcus W. Koechig
Woke up in the rubber room
They got me in restraints.
I woke up in the rubber room
With those old four-point restraints
And you know that I got that feeling
Like I'm somebody I damn well know I ain’t.
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I got the blues (bi-polar blues)
I got the blues (bi-polar blues)
You know I’m manic-depressive
How the hell can I express it?
I got the bipolar manic depressive mood swinging blues
Norepinephrin is pounding in my brain
Serotonin’s at flood stage, see why I complain
Norepinephrin a-pounding, serotonin’s running away
My mind’s a toxic dump
Somebody call the EPA
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My friends all tell me I’m in real good company
They say there’s lots of writers that’s got ‘em just like me
But am I Franz Kafka, am I Voltaire, tell me who
I’ll be anybody, just don’t say I’m Albert Camus
CHORUS
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