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COMFORTABLY NUMB (Gilmour, Waters) THE WALL - Pink Floyd Hello? Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone at home? Come on, now, I hear you're feeling down. Well I can ease your pain Get you on your feet again. Relax. I'll need some information first. Just the basic facts. Can you show me where it hurts? O.K. Just a little pinprick. There'll be no more aaaaaaaaah! But you may feel a little sick. Can you stand up? I do believe it's working, good. That'll keep you going through the show Come on it's time to go. There is no pain you are receding A distant ship, smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse Out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone I cannot put my finger on it now The child is grown, The dream is gone. I have become comfortably numb.
My Give A Damn's Busted Artist: Jo Dee Messina Well you filled up my head, With so many lies. Twisted my heart Til something snapped inside. I'd like to give it one more try but my give a damn's busted. You can crawl back home say you were wrong, stand out in the yard cry all night long. Well go ahead and water my lawn. My give a damn's busted. I really wanna care, I wanna feel somethin' Let me dig a little deeper... Nope... Sorry... Nothin' You can say you've got issues. You can say you're a victim. It's all your parents fault, After all you didn't pick em Well maybe Oprah's got time to listen. My give a damn's busted. (*Well let me get this straight now) Your therapist said It was all just a phase A product of the prozac And your co-dependent ways So uhh ... who's your new neighbor these days My give a damn's busted. I really wanna care, I wanna feel somethin' Let me dig a little deeper... Eeh-Eeh (*Oh you're tellin'
NOW THAT I AM SICK, WHO AM I? (written in 1998 - by Barbara) In August of 1995 I was diagnosed with Atypical M.S. and it attendants - CFIDS, Fibromyalgia, Toxic Brain Injury, Neurally Mediated Hypotension, Neuropathy and a host of other concurrent illnesses that basically felt like a death sentence. I had been dragged from doctor to hospital to labs and been poked and prodded and scanned so much since that April I was beginning to think I was going to glow in the dark. At first I was relieved to finally have an answer. I wasn’t losing my mind or suffering from a schizophrenic episode. I had been plagued by depression and panic attacks for years and believed this was it again. This is was somehow just another stone on the pile that was my life. And then I was filled with rage that I was still alive. The doctor should have said, “The good news is, it’s not AIDS. The bad news is, it’s not AIDS.” I had suddenly gone from being someone to being another casualty. And I was only 38
