songs

[Homicidalheathen]

songs that actually mention mental disorders.

borderline is more about partying I suppose but everytime I hear it I think the woman has a borderline personality disorder what with all of the distortion...ment to sound cool on e.

SHELLY POOLE BORDERLINE LYRICS

It's gonna be another lonely night

One more and I`m gonna die

Wired out waiting for the sign

Cuz you`re a risk and I`m borderline

It's gonna be another lonely night

One more and I`m gonna die

Wired out waiting for the sign

Cuz you`re a risk and I`m borderline

Cuz you`re a risk and I`m borderline

It's gonna be another lonely night

One more and I`m gonna die

Wired out waiting for the sign

Cuz you`re a risk and I`m borderline

It's gonna be another lonely night

One more and I`m gonna die

Wired out waiting for the sign

Cuz you`re a risk and I`m borderline

All I know...is I`ve been sitting with this fire and it burns inside

Man if you want me to walk your line then

Don't stop at eight no let`s take it

To the nine`s

I know that we should lay out and love

Because man I really need it [ to the nine`s]

I may be full but it`s not enough

Come and show me how to feel it

It's gonna be another lonely night

One more and I`m gonna die

Wired out waiting for the sign

Cuz you`re a risk and I`m borderline

It's gonna be another lonely night

One more and I`m gonna die

Wired out waiting for the sign

Cuz you`re a risk and I`m borderline

It's gonna be another lonely night

One more and I`m gonna die

Wired out waiting for the sign

Cuz you`re a risk and I`m borderline

It's gonna be another lonely night

One more and I`m gonna die

Wired out waiting for the sign

Cuz you`re a risk and I`m borderline

then there is this:

sugarcult

yesterday,we went insane

Oh my God

I forgot my name

Nervous bitch---------->he is talking about himself, he is a nervous bitch lol

That's all I am

I screen my calls

Because I can

You picked me up and we spun 'round and 'round like before

I lost my patience but I found it on the floor

I'm trying to be someone else today

I'm foolin' everyone but me this way

All choked up, 'cause you're here

Words like glue

Stuck in my ears

You picked me up and we spun 'round and 'round like before

I lost my patience but I found it on the floor

I'm trying to be someone else today

I'm foolin' everyone but me this way

Wait up, don't wait up, don't wait up, I'm not for sale

Wait up, don't wait up, don't wait up, I'm not for sale

I'm trying to be someone else today

I'm foolin' everyone but me this way

I'm trying to be someone else today

I'm foolin' everyone but me this way

[Simon Bar Sinister]

"The Trial" - Pink Floyd

"Shine On You Crazy Diamond" - Pink Floyd

[Scary Guy]

Metalica - Sanitarium

Nazareth - Crazy (A Suitable Case for Treatment)

Megadeth - Psychotron, Sweating Bullets

Black Sabbath - Am I Going Insane

The Flametrick Subs - Can't Find my Mind

The Nekromantix - Brain Error

[phee]

On The Way (To Oklahoma) by The Residents

Night Of The Axe by ICP

[Der Nister]

"They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa!" is a hit 1966 novelty song by Napoleon XIV (aka Jerry Samuels).

Released on Warner Bros. Records, the bizarre depiction of mental illness became an instant hit in the United States that summer, reaching number 3 on the Billboard Hot 100 pop singles chart.

However, it was highly controversial at the time. Some groups protested the apparent mockery of mental illness, while other groups attacked the apparent comparison of Napoleon's wife to a "mangy mutt". The protesters put pressure both on radio stations directly and on the stations' advertisers. This was especially felt in New York City, where Top 40 stalwarts WABC and WMCA soon dropped the record from airplay and skipped it during their countdown shows, much to the confusion of the young teens who made up a large part of those broadcasters' audience. The record was soon banned from airplay as BMI took the unprecedented step of withdrawing its certification. By the time it had been recertified by SESAC, it had all but disappeared from the Billboard Top 40 playlist.[1]

[Der Nister]

Apparently Napoleon XIV (aka Jerry Samuels) had a thing for writing songs about mental illness.

1966 They're Coming to Take Me Away Ha-Haaa! Warner Bros. LP W 1661/WS 1661

[edit] Side 1

"I'm In Love With My Little Red Tricycle"

"Photogenic, Schizophrenic You"

"Marching Off To Bedlam"

"Doin' The Napoleon"

"Let's Cuddle Up In My Security Blanket"

"They're Coming To Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa!"

[edit] Side 2

"Bats In My Belfry"

"Dr. Psyche, The Cut-Rate Head-Shrinker"

"I Live In A Split Level Head"

"The Nuts On My Family Tree"

"The Place Where The Nuts Hunt The Squirrels"

"I'm Happy They Took You Away, Ha-Haaa!" (by Josephine XV)

[phee]

Psychoburbia by Dance Or Die

Therapy? by Die Form

[Der Nister]

Suicidal Tendencies - Institutionalized - It's a nut case classic.

Sometimes I try to do things but it just doesn't work out the way I want it to, and I get real frustrated and then like I try hard to do it, and I like, take my time but it just doesn't work out the way I want it to. Its like, I concentrate on it real hard, but it just doesn't work out. And everything I do and everything I try, it never turns out. Its like, I need time to figure these things out, but theres always someone there going “hey mike, you know we've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems lately, you know? You need to maybe get away. And like, maybe you should talk about it, you'll feel a lot better.” And I'm all like “oh, nah, its ok, you know. I'll figure it out. Just leave me alone, I'll figure it out, you know? I'm just working on it by myself.” And they go “well, you know, if you wanna 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?” I go “no, I don't want to! I'm ok. I'll figure it out myself!” But they just keep bugging me, they just keep bugging me, and it builds up inside.

So you're gonna be institutionalized. You'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes.

You won't have anything to say. They'll brainwash you until you see their way.

I'm not crazy - institutionalized

You're the one that's crazy - institutionalized

You're driving me crazy - institutionalized

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 her and then she started screaming “Mike, Mike!” And I go “what? Whats the matter?” She goes “whats the matter with you?” I go “theres nothing wrong, mom.” Shes all “don't tell me that! You're on drugs!” I go “no mom I'm not on drugs. I'm ok, I'm just thinking, you know? Why don't you get me a Pepsi?” She goes “No! You're on drugs!” I go “mom, I'm ok. I'm just thinking.” She goes “No! You're not thinking, you're on drugs! Normal people don't be acting that way!” I go “mom, just get 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! Just a Pepsi!

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!

I'm not crazy - institutionalized

You're the one who's crazy - institutionalized

You're driving me crazy - institutionalized

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'm sitting in my room, when my mom and my dad came in. they pulled up a chair and they sat down. They go “mike, we need to talk to you.” And I go “ok, whats the matter?” They go “me and your mom, we've noticed that lately you've been having a lot of problems, and you've been going off for no reason, and we're afraid you're going to hurt somebody, and we're afraid you're going to hurt yourself. So we decided that it would be in you're best interest if we put you somewhere where you could get the help that you need.” And I go “wait, what are you talking about, WE decided? MY best interests? How do 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.

I'm not crazy - institutionalized

You're the one who's crazy - institutionalized

You're driving me crazy - institutionalized

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.

Doesn't matter, I'll probably get hit by a car anyways.

[Der Nister]

Scatterbrain : Don't Call Me Dude

[phee]

Skinny Puppy - Convulsion

[Scary Guy]

Scatterbrain : Don't Call Me Dude

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I want to add...

the flametrick subs - mad scientist

Tears for fears - mad world

Pop Will Eat Itself - Dance of the Mad Bastards

The Fields of the Nephilim - Vet for the Insane

Cypress Hill - Insane in the Brain

The Osmonds - Crazy Horses

MC Hawking - Crazy as Fuck

Queen - Stone Cold Crazy

Ozzy Osbourn - Crazy Train

The Toadies - Possum Kingdom (a song about a serial killer sung in the first person).

Oingo Boingo - Insanity

Also, any gospel is PURE INSANITY!

Edited April 4, 2009 by Scary Guy

[Simon Bar Sinister]

"Destroyer" - The Kinks

[Homicidalheathen]

lone deranger hallucinogen

Deranger

Demention

'for the opposite of insane, is unsane...'

I am going insane, unsane...

[pomba gira]

Suicidal Tendencies - Institutionalized - It's a nut case classic.

When I was in my 20s I spent several days on a locked ward after my boss had me 5150'd... when I got out, I remember running through the parking lot howling the chorus to "Institutionalized" at the top of my voice...

Black Sabbath- Paranoid

Joy Division- She's Lost Control

Helen Reddy- Angie Baby

Jimi Hendrix- Manic Depression

the Doors- People Are Strange

[CixWicked]

MISCONCEIVED - Unbound

He touch me... the touch freed me

He gave, in suffering, a place to stand

The touch healing... the touch cleansing

One touch on soul making saints of man

PRECHORUS 1

Kneeling on glass.. broken Chairs

I let the pain purify my soul

Oh...

The word bringing... a healed feeling

It seeps through all of the world right now

The touch cleansing... a real feeling

If you can get it that's something now

CHORUS

They say it's all in my head I'm broken

I hadn't noticed till now

Another voice in my head soft spoken

Urging me come unbound

PRECHORUS (Extra feeling)

CHORUS (Extra feeling)

QUEEN - Stone Cold Crazy

Sleeping very soundly on a saturday morning

I was dreaming I was al capone

Theres a rumour going round

Gotta clear outa town

Im smelling like a dry fish bone

Here come the law gonna break down the door

Gonna carry me away once more

Never never I never want it anymore

Gotta get away from this stone cold floor

Crazy stone cold crazy you know

Rainy afternoon I gotta blow a typhoon

And Im playing on my slide trombone

Anymore anymore cannot take it anymore

Gotta get away from this stone cold floor

Crazy stone cold crazy you know

Walking down the street

Shooting people that I meet

With my rubber tommy water gun

Here come the deputy

Hes gonna come and get me

I gotta get me up and run

They got the sirens loose

I ran right outa juice

Theyre gonna put me in a cell

If I cant go to heaven

Will they let me go to hell?

Crazy stone cold crazy you know

MISCONCEIVED - Hands and Eyes

Hands and Eyes

[maybe we can rework this into Lies and nightmares]

Teardrops fall effortlessly, from masks of pain and sorrow, falling upon hands that have no touch, no love and no feeling.

I see light now, though the sun evades me, taunting, chasing, hunting.

The other day I dreamed of you, while you walked and ran and jumped and played.

I could only think of how terrible terrible sad this place was without you.

Sleep is never what it used to be any more.

When I'm hungry I can only think of one thing, who you are, and who I am, and why we are as we are and not as we should be.

Discipline in the light of the dawning of truth and love and the things that makes the human heart trip-tick.

Things to think about, huh?

Perhaps it's better this way, you as you are, and me as I, but that is little solice for these hungry hands, and starving eyes.

Life was simpler then, no worries about right and wrong, or how oysters taste in the hands of babes.

It all made sense then.

Sometimes I would walk, along the docks, or the streets, or wherever took my fancy, and I would watch the ice cold fires burning you.

All of the people like you, in this coil of terrible terrible sad things like life and death.

Well this is starting to make sense, and we cant have that.

Grrr...

"Wednesdays make me cry" you say and I don't know whether to believe you, and cry, or laugh and deny you.

Some say my heart is cruel for what it won't feel, but yours does worse and it feels everything.

Which of us does that make the true monster?

I hunger for what I must have to live, and you seek only lies and bloodied hands to clense from our terrible terrible sad lives.

The monster I am lest the monster I become.

Things to thnk about, huh?

"Wednesdays make me cry" you say and I don't know if I even care, or care to care.

Listless and tired of waiting, I stalk out the night again, not for the same red cure-all from 5 lifetimes back, but for something else something more.

You perhaps.

Oh damn, this stupid thing is starting to make sense, and when that happens, we know the outcome.

Hungry eyes, and starving hands, or something to that end.

The fang is the perfect weapon rout to orgasmic release.

Glistening black, and white with it's wonderfully smooth coolness.

It gives to babes, and lambs, don't you know?

The winter brings sharpness to my fangs, and I smile wicked beautiful things into the world, into dreams, into being.

I see dancing specters who laugh at me as I hunt, because my prey is never warm, and forever yielding, still my fangs give release.

You once tasted the blood long ago when we would dance.

You swore you didn't like it and then asked for more.

You are delicious doughnut.

That made no sense, but that's ok, I like the freedom, and we both know that the blood makes you free.

I wonder what I've done for you, what I've accepted.

I call it my shackle, though I can't say that the bond holds me well.

I still find ways around it, ways out, and I wonder at the whole meaning.

Do you have a shackle that keeps you warm and wet at night?

Do you still feel the tempest pleasure pain that you did then in those terrible terrible sad times?

Do you feel any remorse for what I've done, where I've been and what...

Shit, this is starting to make sense again.

Hungry hands.

And Starving eyes.

[CixWicked]

MISCONCEIVED - Unbound

He touch me... the touch freed me

He gave, in suffering, a place to stand

The touch healing... the touch cleansing

One touch on soul making saints of man

PRECHORUS 1

Kneeling on glass.. broken Chairs

I let the pain purify my soul

Oh...

The word bringing... a healed feeling

It seeps through all of the world right now

The touch cleansing... a real feeling

If you can get it that's something now

CHORUS

They say it's all in my head I'm broken

I hadn't noticed till now

Another voice in my head soft spoken

Urging me come unbound

PRECHORUS (Extra feeling)

CHORUS (Extra feeling)

QUEEN - Stone Cold Crazy

Sleeping very soundly on a saturday morning

I was dreaming I was al capone

Theres a rumour going round

Gotta clear outa town

Im smelling like a dry fish bone

Here come the law gonna break down the door

Gonna carry me away once more

Never never I never want it anymore

Gotta get away from this stone cold floor

Crazy stone cold crazy you know

Rainy afternoon I gotta blow a typhoon

And Im playing on my slide trombone

Anymore anymore cannot take it anymore

Gotta get away from this stone cold floor

Crazy stone cold crazy you know

Walking down the street

Shooting people that I meet

With my rubber tommy water gun

Here come the deputy

Hes gonna come and get me

I gotta get me up and run

They got the sirens loose

I ran right outa juice

Theyre gonna put me in a cell

If I cant go to heaven

Will they let me go to hell?

Crazy stone cold crazy you know

MISCONCEIVED - Hands and Eyes

Hands and Eyes

[maybe we can rework this into Lies and nightmares]

Teardrops fall effortlessly, from masks of pain and sorrow, falling upon hands that have no touch, no love and no feeling.

I see light now, though the sun evades me, taunting, chasing, hunting.

The other day I dreamed of you, while you walked and ran and jumped and played.

I could only think of how terrible terrible sad this place was without you.

Sleep is never what it used to be any more.

When I'm hungry I can only think of one thing, who you are, and who I am, and why we are as we are and not as we should be.

Discipline in the light of the dawning of truth and love and the things that makes the human heart trip-tick.

Things to think about, huh?

Perhaps it's better this way, you as you are, and me as I, but that is little solice for these hungry hands, and starving eyes.

Life was simpler then, no worries about right and wrong, or how oysters taste in the hands of babes.

It all made sense then.

Sometimes I would walk, along the docks, or the streets, or wherever took my fancy, and I would watch the ice cold fires burning you.

All of the people like you, in this coil of terrible terrible sad things like life and death.

Well this is starting to make sense, and we cant have that.

Grrr...

"Wednesdays make me cry" you say and I don't know whether to believe you, and cry, or laugh and deny you.

Some say my heart is cruel for what it won't feel, but yours does worse and it feels everything.

Which of us does that make the true monster?

I hunger for what I must have to live, and you seek only lies and bloodied hands to clense from our terrible terrible sad lives.

The monster I am lest the monster I become.

Things to thnk about, huh?

"Wednesdays make me cry" you say and I don't know if I even care, or care to care.

Listless and tired of waiting, I stalk out the night again, not for the same red cure-all from 5 lifetimes back, but for something else something more.

You perhaps.

Oh damn, this stupid thing is starting to make sense, and when that happens, we know the outcome.

Hungry eyes, and starving hands, or something to that end.

The fang is the perfect weapon rout to orgasmic release.

Glistening black, and white with it's wonderfully smooth coolness.

It gives to babes, and lambs, don't you know?

The winter brings sharpness to my fangs, and I smile wicked beautiful things into the world, into dreams, into being.

I see dancing specters who laugh at me as I hunt, because my prey is never warm, and forever yielding, still my fangs give release.

You once tasted the blood long ago when we would dance.

You swore you didn't like it and then asked for more.

You are delicious doughnut.

That made no sense, but that's ok, I like the freedom, and we both know that the blood makes you free.

I wonder what I've done for you, what I've accepted.

I call it my shackle, though I can't say that the bond holds me well.

I still find ways around it, ways out, and I wonder at the whole meaning.

Do you have a shackle that keeps you warm and wet at night?

Do you still feel the tempest pleasure pain that you did then in those terrible terrible sad times?

Do you feel any remorse for what I've done, where I've been and what...

Shit, this is starting to make sense again.

Hungry hands.

And Starving eyes.

[Homicidalheathen]

you write awesome lyrics cix.

TWO THUMBS UP!

[Rev.Reverence]

"Destroyer" - The Kinks

Hey, I was doin' that one!

Well...since I already looked it up...

Destroyer

Met a girl called lola and I took her back to my place

Feelin’ guilty, feelin’ scared, hidden cameras everywhere

Stop! hold on. stay in control

Girl, I want you here with me

But I’m really not as cool as I’d like to be

’cause there’s a red, under my bed

And there’s a little yellow man in my head

And there’s a true blue inside of me

That keeps stoppin’ me, touchin’ ya, watchin’ ya, lovin’ ya

Paranoia, the destroyer.

Paranoia, the destroyer.

Well I fell asleep, then I woke feelin’ kinda’ queer

Lola looked at me and said, ooh you look so weird.

She said, man, there’s really something wrong with you.

One day you’re gonna’ self-destruct.

You’re up, you’re down, I can’t work you out

You get a good thing goin’ then you blow yourself out.

Silly boy ya’ self-destroyer. silly boy ya’ self-destroyer

Silly boy you got so much to live for

So much to aim for, so much to try for

You blowing it all with paranoia

You’re so insecure you self-destroyer

(and it goes like this, here it goes)

Paranoia, the destroyer

(here it goes again)

Paranoia, the destroyer

Dr. dr. help me please, I know you’ll understand

There’s a time device inside of me, I’m a self-destructin’ man

There’s a red, under my bed

And there’s a little green man in my head

And he said, you’re not goin’ crazy, you’re just a bit sad

’cause there’s a man in ya, knawin’ ya, tearin’ ya into two.

Silly boy ya’ self-destroyer.

Paranoia, the destroyer

Self-destroyer, wreck your health

Destroy friends, destroy yourself

The time device of self-destruction

Light the fuse and start eruption

(yea, it goes like this, here it goes)

Paranoia, the destroyer

(here’s to paranoia)

Paranoia, the destroyer

(hey hey, here it goes)

Paranoia, the destroyer

(and it goes like this)

Paranoia, the destroyer

(and it goes like this.)

[Joey Deadcat]

Sol Invictus - Sawney Bean

A family inbred like serpents entwined

Had no heart and little mind

A clan of madness, a terrible scene

They cursed the earth—the Sawney Bean

Lurking in the fog a fearsome brood

Poor traveling folk they caught and slew

No graves have the victims of these ghouls and fiends

Those taken and eaten by—the Sawney Bean

From their flesh they made a meal

Their skin the floor for their bairns to kneel

Their skulls a table from which to feed

Alas the victims of—the Sawney Bean

They lived by the sword, were felled by the axe

And I say "nothing wrong with that"

But in their hellish caves worse than any dream

Cursed with the stench of—the Sawney Bean

Some are haunted by the tolling bell

Some by the fiery pits of hell

But what haunts me is what we did see

When we entered the larder of—the Sawney Bean

[Head Wreck]

The Ballad of Dwight Fry--Alice Cooper

Psychotherapy--The Ramones

I wanna be Sedated - The Ramones

Gimme Gimme Shock Treatment - The Ramones

Eyeball In my Martini - The Cramps

Paranoid Android - Radiohead

Loco Toxico - Demented Are Go

Lunatic Fringe - Red Rider

Your Missus is a Nutter - Goldie Lookin Chain

Something Wrong - The Hissyfits

Psycho for your Love - The Meteors

molly's web - Seraphim shock

joint effort

[Der Nister]

Anything written by Syd Barrett on his solo record THE MADCAP LAUGHS (even if the songs are not about insanity) were clearly written by someone that had lost their sanity and if you read the lyrics - make no sense what-so-ever.

The songs are all insane.

[Der Nister]

Dominoes by Syd Barrett.

It's an idea, someday

in my tears, my dreams

don't you want to see her proof?

Life that comes of no harm

you and I, you and I and dominoes, the day goes by...

You and I in place

wasting time on dominoes

a day so dark, so warm

life that comes of no harm

you and I and dominoes, time goes by...

Fireworks and heat, someday

hold a shell, a stick or play

overheard a lark today

losing when my mind's astray

don't you want to know with your pretty hair

stretch your hand, glad feel,

in an echo for your way.

It's an idea, someday...

[CixWicked]

you write awesome lyrics cix.

<image removed for space>

TWO THUMBS UP!

Awww, thank you.

Heres another song... Not sure if it fits, as it's about addiction, more than insanity but...

[Relapse]

VERSE 1

Without passion In this darkness

Afraid of my own two feet

In the shadows that feed only sorrow

Missing whats' inside of me

Tell me this

What can grow here something inside me

Would rather die instead

You know this

I can't grow here, I just can't grow here

Alone I bow my head

HEAD!!!!

VERSE 2

Searching for the answer Can you tell me where to go

I've got so many questions no one seems to know

CHORUS

Relapse under pressure

Heavy on my shoulders

Showing signs of weakness

I feel so isolated

VERSE 3

I'm always last to know Exactly what it is that I have done so wrong to deserve this shit I'm feeling so much pain I miss the point again don't leave me in the dark I thought you were my freind.

This thing has gone to far I'm running out of bounds so get a closer look at the one you've renounced feeling so much pain I miss the point again don't leave me in the dark you were my only friend.

CHORUS

Relapse under pressure

Heavy on my shoulders

Showing signs of weakness

I feel so isolated

[Joey Deadcat]

Theatre Of Ice - Miron (I think)