I’m a huge fan of language in general and the English language in particular. I can enjoy interesting if not generally accepted turns of phrase or even well timed malapropisms in the right time in place. For the most part, though, I tend to frown on people who play loose with the rules of grammar because good grammar makes it simpler and more efficient for ideas to be communicated. For some reason, however, my song lyrics generally tend to sound like they were written by someone for whom grammar is just a gentle suggestion. The titles are usually the worst offenders.
They’ll tell you that you are a failure
say it’s all a matter of mental health,
They’ll rip you to pieces if you let them
just cause they’ve got glue to sell.
It don’t matter what they call you,
if you’ve got pride within yourself.
The fruit is sweet and worth the battle,
but only hard work cracks it’s shell.
It don’t matter.
They’re drug dealers pushing fantasies,
of happiness (at) a thousand dollars a pound.
They break your legs (and) say it’s in your interest,
then they teach you to love the ground.
No one’s perfect anyway,
don’t let them beat your self image down.
They make their money selling rubber noses,
Well It’s no surprise that they call you a clown.
It don’t matter.
They’re only concern is bigger profits,
it’s in their interest to make you feel small.
(They’re) quick to point out your every failing,
and they’ve got expensive cures for them all.
Life can be a struggle for anybody,
so many people dealing with so much pain.
There’s no easy quick fix no magic pill,
there’s no chalk line between crazy and sane.
It don’t matter.
This song was interesting for me in that there is no real chorus. That’s a first for me. What’s the song about? Well, I think the lyrics make that pretty clear, so I won’t go into one of my long rants. I will say, though, that I think a whole lot of people who face mental and emotional issues would be better off with less pharmaceuticals and more good old fashioned exercise.
I also think the coziness of Doctors (and other mental health professionals) with the large companies who make these new exciting drugs leads to a conflict of interest. I’m sure no one consciously alters their behavior to kiss up to the corporations. I’m equally sure that most mental health professionals genuinely care about their patients and want what’s best for them. At the same time, we’re dealing with human beings who aren’t robots immune from the influence of the people who wine and dine them, buy them expensive meals at conferences and provide grants for research.
I haven’t had much direct experience with mental health folks since I graduated from High School. I have had experience with GPs and I can tell you I have never left a Doctor’s office without a prescription. That just doesn’t make sense to me. The mental health professionals I did have dealings with early in my life all suggested that I start taking something. I’m glad I didn’t.
I’m sure that the vast majority of the people who work for big pharma corporations are decent ethical people as well. At the same time, I know that large corporations are focused on the almighty dollar. People are pushed to get results and to meet quotas. Even my limited knowledge of history and human nature is enough to make me worry about how those corporate instincts will effect the types of treatment that people receive. Shareholder value and continuous growth are the twin mantras of the modern large corporation.
Do we really need thousands of commercials for great new wonder drugs on Television and in magazines? What happens when a pharmaceutical company invests millions into a drug that doesn’t work for it’s intended use…aren’t they going to find something, ANYTHING, that will serve as a way to recoup their investments in that drug? Isn’t it in the best interest of organizations that make their profits from solving problems to find, magnify and even invent problems so that their growth can continue quarter after quarter?
Of course, we as patients aren’t innocent. We live in an era of quick and painless fixes. We live in an era where instant gratification without exertion is considered the ideal. We all believe that we are special and that all of our dreams can come true…right on our couch while we eat Cheetos and channel surf. Unfortunately, not everyone is going to solve their personal issues or slay their personal dragons. A whole lot of us are going to have to make the best of the neurotic, obsessive, depressed, egomaniacal personalities we have and find a way to overcome, workaround and otherwise struggle towards a fulfilling life.
A whole lot of us are going to have to stop sitting on our butts, over eating, smoking, drinking and otherwise wasting our lives waiting for some magical event to transform us into super heroes or astronauts or cowboys. That radiated spider will just give you a nasty bug bite; you’re not going to get spider strength or start climbing walls. It’s not going to happen.
Now, I don’t mean to insinuate that mental health issues aren’t a very real and very serious problem. Like any physical disease, sometimes the best answer for a mental issue is medicine. If medicine works for you, if it helps you to be happy and whole, more power to you. I just wish that medicine was a last resort. My experience has been that most of my issues get a whole lot easier to deal with when I’m getting exercise, eating well and sleeping enough. I only wish that someone had stressed those things with me earlier.
I worry about the results of this great chemical experiment that we’re running on our children. Who knows what the long term effect of these new wonder drugs will be?
Ok, that was kind of a long rant.
[Edited 05/14/2010 Uploaded slightly better mix]