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Tales from the Madhouse – a song by John Cooper

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John Cooper (a close friend of mine since school days) recently informed me that he had read my book, ‘Tales from the Madhouse: An insider critique of psychiatric services‘, and found it a revelation – OK, he might not have used such a superlative term, but he definitely said it was interesting, even gripping, and where I’m concerned any positive feedback must be pounced on and screamed to the world.

John is not a mental health specialist. He worked throughout his life as an accountant until his  retirement last year. Alongside his day job, John has repeatedly demonstrated his talent as a lyricist and songwriter – for example, his powerful plea for us all to think much more about conservation of the planet, elegantly captured in his recent song ‘Everyday heroes (the doomsday clock)’. So I was delighted when he contacted me again to tell me that he had written a few verses about my ‘Tales from the Madhouse’ book. I think he captures the essence of the underlying messages. Here it is – produced with John’s permission:

 

 

Tales from the Madhouse by John Cooper

 

Telling tales from the madhouse, no one wants to believe.

Check out any time you like but you can never leave.

Don’t tell me it’s an illness, just like any other

Or that I should blame my genes, my father, my mother.

Compassion’s out of fashion, my aspirations crushed.

I’m screaming for acceptance but my voice will be hushed.

So, don’t give me a purpose, extinguish all my hope

Condemned to a life of drugs, prescribed to help me cope.

 

Chorus:

Shock us or mock us or lock us up tight.

We’ve done nothing wrong but God knows we might.

Will you think of our anguish as you sleep well tonight?

Tales from the madhouse, out of mind, out of sight.

Out of mind out of sight.

 

I may be a teacher, preacher, builder or driver.

You’ll still call me a nutter, a danger, a skiver.

Child of inequality, discrimination, abuse.

Numb my personality, some useless dumb recluse.

 

Chorus

Shock us or mock us or lock us up tight.

We’ve done nothing wrong but God knows we might.

Will you think of our anguish as you sleep well tonight?

Tales from the madhouse, out of mind, out of sight.

Out of mind out of sight.

 

Make your bed then lie in it with that pharma giant.

Yes, they made me twitch and shake but they made me compliant.

Wrecked my body, sold our souls, we shared our darkest hour

Whilst I had no choice, you chose kudos, money, power.

So, tick your risk assessment, hindsight will prove you right

… Tales from the mad house… out of mind, out of sight.

 

Chorus

Shock us or mock us or lock us up tight.

We’ve done nothing wrong but God knows we might.

Will you think of our anguish as you sleep well tonight?

Tales from the madhouse, out of mind, out of sight.

Out of mind out of sight.

 

 

Rather good, isn’t it? Who knows, it might be released as a song at some point in the future. 

2 thoughts on “Tales from the Madhouse – a song by John Cooper

  1. Jill Eastburn / McGarry / Reply 17th July 2018 at 8:51 pm

    Love it
    Reminds me to read your book on my next holiday

    • Gary Sidley / Reply 18th July 2018 at 10:15 am

      I’m delighted to hear that you approve, Jill.
      I hope you and your family are well. Enjoy your holiday.

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