Song 4: The Freudian Blues (Day 8)

After a bit of a mid-week lull, I'm back on schedule with song number four, The Freudian Blues. This came out a conversation about psychology last night. Like many others, I've never really understood Freud's work. In particular, I was trying to get my head round his structural model: all that Id, Ego and Super-Ego stuff. Then I discovered that it makes much more sense when, instead of using the Latin words, you translate his work into plain English. Then they become "the It", "the I" and "the over-I"/"I above". This more literal interpretation led me to think the conversation these different parts of our mind are having and out came this song.

It was a bit of a grind getting this one out, to be honest. The muse got up and left me, but I'll put that down to the drubbing Scotland took in the rugby this afternoon. Blues indeed!

The Freudian Blues

It said, "this is mine, I was here first."

It said, "I don't mind, I'll quench my thirst".

It said, "don't tease me, please me now,

Don't ask me why, don't ask me how,

I'll skip the line, I'll make you do your worst."

The world is only what we choose to see.

We are just the things we choose to be.

I don't think It's working.

It knows I'm not winning

I appeal to higher powers, over-me.

The I said, "come on over"; the I said, "we can share".

Wishing all the time you'd stayed right there.

I said, "it's give and take round here".

It said, "you fake, you're full of fear".

It said "roll over"-I don't think that's fair.