Pink Floyd -> DSOTM -> Brain Damage

"The lunatic is in my head"

There is no song on this album called “Dark Side of the Moon”, but it was the original working title for this song. The last two songs on this record are the heaviest. That’s probably why I’ve been avoiding writing about them for weeks now. It was a semi-conscious decision to procrastinate, being intimidated by the profound and esoteric subject matter, but upon reflection, I understood that it was based on an ingrained unconscious belief in the inadequacy of my own ability to convey meaning properly or to the extent I would like to. I always feel like I fall short of my goal, but I will admit I have always set extremely high standards for myself and others. Great expectations. Standards so high they’re impossible to live up to. I sometimes use that as an excuse for why I shouldn’t even bother trying. I know that I should try, I have to. And I do, but not always.

All I can do is try to explain what these songs mean to me. Every song means something different to anyone who listens to it. Everyone personalizes the meanings of songs to fit their own ideas, and they relate to them as they apply to their own experiences. When asking someone what a song means, their answer reveals much more about them than anything having to do with the song they’re trying to explain the meaning of. Discerning meaning from songs is a Rorschach test.

I believe the artist’s intended meaning when creating a song or piece of work is always better left unexplained by the artist. Experienced artists know this. This is why Bob Dylan refused to explain the meaning behind his songs when asked. The few times he did, the explanation was more cryptic and confusing than the song he was pretending to explain, or just complete bullshit meant to throw idiots off the trail. Dylan danced circles around journalists and reporters, and this is one of the biggest reasons I admire him: the way he dealt with the media.

Writing something hoping that it will be completely understood by anyone who reads or hears it is like writing with a weight around your neck. Worrying about how readers or listeners will interpret your words is nerve-wracking. Dylan knew it was counterproductive to explain his own perspective when there were so many people listening. He liked the idea of people believing his songs to mean whatever they chose. Way more than he cared about trying to be understood. If you need an explanation, you obviously don’t understand, and you don’t deserve to know the meaning unless you can figure it out for yourself, without an explanation from the person who wrote it. Meaningful work speaks for itself; it needs no further explanation. If it did, it wouldn’t be a complete piece of work.

“The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path.”

I get the feeling that this is a reflection on the attitude of the “hippies” of the time, and their overtly intense focus on love and peace. And an exposition of the desire of the more devious actors to keep them focused on such things, so they don’t actually fight back. Self-imposed pacification requires much less work on the part of the pacifier than manual pacification. Grass works well. A

“The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more”

I think this means literally what it says. People have always been obsessed with the news. In 1973, most people still read the newspaper every morning. Looking back, this obsession with the news was foreshadowing the exponentially increasing desire for information consumption that was to come. News grabs our attention and takes it away from our own lives unfolding around us. While we’re completely absorbed in propaganda. We allow our minds to be warped and molded as the paperboy sees fit, and most people don’t even understand what’s happening to them. It all started with the newspaper. The rabbit hole is infinite, and the direction of travel is only one way.

I’ve also heard that the line “the paperboy brings more” is referring to blotter acid, which is just liquid LSD dropped onto absorbent paper to achieve a relatively uniform distribution. It’s my belief that the paperboy was sent to make his rounds by the CIA. They’re the ones who were the first to begin serious research on the effects of LSD with evil intentions, dosing college students like Ken Kesey and many others, hoping to document its effects and explore its potential for mind control. It’s clear they were extremely interested in keeping tabs on everyone who used it. MKULTRA began in 1953, and I have a feeling it continues to this day. I trust my instincts when it comes to sensing the presence of evil influences. Mind control is a goal you don’t just give up on. It seems the project continues with great success, now using countless tactics being woven together to create mental and figurative prisons.

The CIA has always been extremely interested in the idea of mind control, but that’s the great irony of it. LSD, one of the things they placed so much of their mind control hopes and dreams into, has become one of the biggest reasons for so many people thinking freely and gaining new perspectives, probably more than anything else in recent history. That’s why they’re so intrigued and desperate to control the outcome. Of all situations, but especially this one. Psychedelics have the potential to easily ruin all they have worked to accomplish all these years. Free thinkers are extremely dangerous. They want you to fit into a nice little box, so they can categorize you, create a neat little file in an extremely well-organized filing cabinet that contains your personality traits, and a summary of the threats you may pose to their control.

CIA operations have intentionally destabilized almost all vulnerable third-world countries without nuclear weapons, they were parachuting people into Russia and China until they developed nuclear capabilities, all in the name of global control and dominance. I don’t see much of a difference between the CIA and pure evil myself. The CIA (or whatever subgroup is making the consequential decisions) and the eternally evil one have a close relationship. To assume we have any intelligence at all is arrogant and presumptive. The naive thirst for knowledge and an ignorant dissatisfaction with the current state of affairs are the themes of the story of Adam and Eve. The apple represents the desire for knowledge, the eternal plight of mankind. All human suffering stems from this insatiable desire; the more you learn, the more you realize how much there is still to learn. An unattainable goal. The fruitless pursuit of mankind, ultimately corrupted and destroyed by our own desires and delusions. Don Quixote.

It’s difficult to discuss lunacy without mentioning the CIA. They are some of the craziest, most deranged father-fuckers that have ever existed to date. They carry on an age old tradtion of total madness, caused by a pitifully desperate desire for control.

Brain Damage is inevitable in the modern environment if you’re aware of how things work. Simply trying to understand the madness can induce madness. Protect your mind, it’s what theyre ultimately after. To co-opt or destroy any potential threats. The problem with proactively seeking out any threats for neutralization is that you become paranoid and start to see threats everywhere. You become the greatest threat to everyone, including yourself.

I’d rather be destroyed than co-opted. I proudly see myself as a potential threat, and I’ll admit I’m hesitant to post material like this. However, these are my true feelings, and I have decided to express them, come Hell or high water. Hopefully, that high water doesn’t include a bullet from a high-powered rifle. We all know by now that’s how they get down. They’ve made their point long ago, but they must continue to reinforce it. I doubt I’ll ever be important enough to be marked for assassination, but you never know. Hopefully, if I play my cards right, one day I’ll make the list. Fingers crossed. Once in a while, you get a person who is not afraid of them, who will speak the truth regardless of the potential danger. These people have been inevitably assassinated or effectively neutralized by some other means. MLK, Malcom X, JFK, Ali, Jack Johnson, Lincoln, Lennon, Gandhi, the list goes on and on. That’s the point: everyone must know that anyone who has the audacity to think they can expose the illusion of control will be promptly eliminated.

"And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon"

The evidence of the corporate blood pact dates back hundreds of years, lingers, and pervades most of modern society. It floats in an almost unperceptibly thin layer on the surface of your Coca-Cola and your Campbell’s soup. The blood soaks the fabric of your Ralph Lauren, Gucci, Louis Vuitton. The soles of your Nikes are just as bloody or bloodier than your Louboutins. Hollywood, and entertainment in general, is one of the stronger arms of the monster. Warner Brothers, Disney. The NFL and MLB are complicit as well. McDonalds. There are countless other examples, but I think these convey my meaning pretty well. It’s a global problem, but the epicenter and the source of the infection exists in the USA. The point is to keep people sick, confused, and busy with distractions. The knowledge of evil is enough to make your brain blow right through the back of your skull. Figuratively, but sometimes, when necessary, literally.

"The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me ’til I’m sane

You lock the door and throw away the key
There’s someone in my head but it’s not me."

There are many well-established psychological disorders with common symptoms, but we all have our own unique blend of crazy; some just have more seasoning than others. But groups with evil intentions (like the CIA and KFC) are seasoned with a secret blend of 11 herbs and spices. Groups and madness go hand in hand. The bigger the group, the greater the madness and potential chaos. Madness is infectious. When you argue with or listen to a crazy person, it also means you’re crazy too, or soon will be if you continue. Crazy makes crazy. When you begin to argue with the voice in your own head, you’ve reached your final destination. At that point, you probably won’t even realize it, or remember anything ever being any way besides the way it is. I guess that’s a blessing.

And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you’re in starts playing different tunes
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon

Irreversible catastrophe is imminent. I guess I’ll see you on the moon, I’ll be lying in the shade. This planet will not be viable much longer. I hear Mars is an option. This planet is fine; it is we who are not viable. Humans will ultimately destroy everything we touch. There is no hope for us; the only hope I have is that we’re not able to make the planet completely uninhabitable for all life forms, despite our best efforts. Life is stubborn, and it adapts to the harshest conditions.

Angels

LYRICS

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me ’til I’m sane

You lock the door and throw away the key
There’s someone in my head but it’s not me.

And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you’re in starts playing different tunes
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon

I can’t think of anything to say except…
I think it’s marvelous! Ha, ha, ha!