The wind’s whistling
My mind’s twisting
I was making myself the usual cup of tea
When the doorbell strangely rang
Because I’ve been up here for a while
I’m starting to feel the monotony of the tower block
I’m not so manic now
I can uphold the weight of those neighbours
And she’s lifting and throwing to the wall
The post-natal harmonies of youth
When this younger man, twenty-five
Advantageously took away her pride
The wind’s whistling
My mind’s twisting
I was making myself the usual cup of tea
When the doorbell strangely rang
I staggered shaking slowly to the door
Through the frosted panel I could see you
Your intentions as a salesman truly cush
You endeavoured as a psycho just to push
And whilst lifting and throwing to the wall
My puny structure of an ageing OAP
No reason why you chose my flat
Breathing deeply in a trance
The wind’s whistling
My mind’s twisting
I was making myself the usual cup of tea
When the doorbell strangely rang
I’m not so manic now (not so manic now)
I’m not so manic now (not so manic now)
I’m not so manic now (not so manic now)
I’m not so manic now (not so manic now)
Because I’ve been up here for a while
I’m starting to feel the monotony of the tower block
I’m not so manic now
I can uphold the weight of those neighbours
And she’s lifting and throwing to the wall
The post-natal harmonies of youth
When this younger man, twenty-five
Advantageously took away her pride
I’m not so manic now
I’m not so manic now
I’m not so manic now
I’m not so manic now
Not so manic now
I’m not so manic now
I’m not so manic now
Not so manic now
I’m not so manic now
I’m not so manic now
Not so manic now
I’m not so manic now
I’m not so manic now
Not so manic now
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_X9oykOycwg
Kanske är det såhär:
”Not so manic now attempts to capture something of the mundanity of everyday existance, and so tells a tale of one persons stuggle beyond this.
My writing the song was triggered by working with a gentleman who had killed his neighbour. In brief what happened was that he was living in some high rise flats with his family when one day his wife announced she was leaving him and taking the children with her.
Over the following months, he became more and more depressed which in turn led him to develop a psychotic depression.
He lost all sense of reality and over a period of days began to believe that his neighbour, who happened to be a body builder, had kidnapped his family and killed them.
The twist was that in the depths of his psychosis he began to develop the delusional belief that the noises he could hear from the upstairs flat were those of his neighbour ‘grinding the bones’ of his dead family.
In actual fact his neighbour was using body building equipment.”
David Harling (songwriter)
http://forums.mirror.co.uk/viewtopic.php?t=2485
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