I Wanna Be Sedated by The Ramones

This week’s Song of the Week was suggested by an anonymous reader:

“‘Nothing to do, nowhere to go — I wanna be sedated’: it represents my opinion of ‘psychiatry’ in that it is suggesting that the solution to everyday ordinary angst is to take a pill to ‘sedate’ oneself from it.”

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  1. Mad In America, the Ramones is a good start but you’re simply not Mad ENOUGH In America. Where’s the X Ray Spex “Oh Bondage – Up Yours!” Well, that’s a little British, but obviously you MUST put up “That’s when I reach for my revolver” by Mission to Burma, a suicidal anthem, and I know that suicides are big business in America, strangely more so then here, even though our weather and temperament is much more suited to the industry and we have a Prime Minister and a King whose faces both look like they want to commit suicide. Also you must put up “Suicide is Painless” by Manic Street Preachers, and for an anorexic bonus track, “4 stone 7 pounds” also by The Manic Steet Preachers, because the guitarist was beautiful as a flower but as useless as a chocolate teapot (like all pretty boys), and disappeared over a decade ago nowhere to be seen at the very height of his fame. My guess is that pretty quickly he turned into a pretty corpse, but most people think he’s hanging around in the Canary Islands with Elvis Pressley, and if there were any truth to these reports I think probably by now they would look like two beached whales. I reckon however that he’s nothing but soil with worms travelling through but even in the miserable UK wishful thinking remains pathological and endemic, at least where dead or disappeared male rockstars and celebrities are concerned, and sightings are still reported at regular intervals. No such sightings are reported of famous women who died, for example Princess Diana everyone the UK loved but who went splat on a dash board cam. Bone Machine by the Pixies is another essential song. Him and Kurt Cobain are the type of American rock stars we could lay a finger on, but these guys were exceptions. Generally the shitter the life the better the music, so Britain being a nation of Western has always bunched way above it’s weight. If you throw a penny into the UK a tune comes out. If you throw a penny into the US a surveillance drone comes to inspect while a secret vampire swipes it from view and covers its activities in a cloud of dust that will even self-destruct. So long as you don’t screw a Yorkshire lad with a flat cap who eats black bladderwrack.

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  2. For people diagnosed mentally ill and for all critics of psychiatry you should put up Rage Against The Machine – Killing In The Name Of, because the chorus is for us. “**** you I won’t do what you tell me! **** you I won’t do what you tell me!” Mind you if you’re on a psych ward don’t say that because they will **** you with their needle full of sedatives.

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