Day 231 of 365 Days of Song


Day 231 – Incubus – Aqueous Transmission

This August Bank Holiday weekend is the 15th anniversary of my first breakdown – my first experience of suicidal ideation and depression. I remember it for this weekend, as my younger was at Reading festival, back in 2001, where he could sense something was wrong with me from my lack of interest, minimal conversation, and inability to leave my bed, from the days before he left early in the Sunday. I find it hard to forget this event – it began the worst thing imaginable to my life, and a psychological breakdown and trauma that unleashed a biological component of mental illness to my brain that would stay, for what is diagnosed to be, the rest of my life.

This song is one that I played continuously in the 1st years of my illness. Even though it was released a few months after that particular weekend in 2001, I still link this song to that period pf time in my life.

I’m floating down a river
Oars freed from their holes long ago
Lying face up on the floor
Of my vessel
I marvel at the stars
And feel my heart overflow



Day 229 of 365 Days of Song

Day 229 – Megadeth – Sweating Bullets

My favourite Megadeth song, and I loved seeing them at Download Festival in 2010.

Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don’t know where I’ve been
I’m in trouble for the things
I haven’t got to yet
I’m sharpening the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets

Day 228 of 365 Days of Song

Day 228 – U2 & Frank Sinatra – I’ve Got You Under My Skin

I’d sacrifice anything come what might for the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night and repeats
Repeats in my ear
Don’t you know little fool
You never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time that I do just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
‘Cause I’ve got you under my skin

Day 225 of 365 Days of Song

Day 225 – David Bowie – All the Young Dudes

My Mother introduced me to this song when I was a kid, saying “you have to hear this, it’s beyond brilliant!” And, she wasn’t wrong. I always thought ‘I’m a dude’  was actually something like ‘hamadoo.’

The television man is crazy
Saying we’re juvenile delinquent wrecks
But, man, I need a TV when I’ve got T. Rex
Hey, brother, you guessed
I’m a dude

Day 222 of 365 Days of Song

Day 222 – Matthew’s Southern Comfort – Woodstock

I love the end of the 60’s and early 70’s era of music. I dream of being one of the million or so at Woodstock who witnessed, and were part of, a cultural shift that was based in peace and free love and exploration.

We are stardust, we are golden
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden