OK, I got over my mad spell.
Now the song that's in my head is the Hokey Pokey.
(it drives the voices nuts!)
I have found that wearing a spaghetti strainer during a full moon stops the transmissions from the mothership. All the rest of the time this is what the voices tell me:
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I'm Schizophrenic
And So am I.
I have a ringing in my ears from tinnitus and it sounds 92 cents below the lowest octave of E-Flat. It started when I attended the World Wide Recorder Concert.
The CRT "whistle" that most people can't hear.
The transformer humming / buzzing on the dilapidated supressor power strip (probably now useless).
The fan in this aging Dell box.
The periodic click of the harddrive.
The refrigerator two rooms away that is on its last legs.
goodgigs wrote:Hi guys, If you read the "whinners" thread you'll see the lyrices for
"the world's greatest tuba player blues" - "nobody cares"
I suffer from cronic depression episodic depression and seasonal delpreassion otherewise I'd have done somthing with that plastic tuba beyond play it by myself. When I'm, really ban off. I hear the intro to
the beatles "girl" OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER
"IS THERE ANYBODY GOING TO LISTEN TO MY STORY."................
"We all have our proublems" the radio in my head is just one!
Cheer up!
You could be in a band with a beligerent chick singer.
Guaranteed to eliminate any persistent tune from your head:
Funkytown, by Lipps Inc.
I DO, in fact, have this CD as would any colllector of fine, classical music. http://tinyurl.com/2xq8l2
