Freudiana

Instrumental version

A brief reminder of reality


Lead vocal: chris rainbow


And now you are alone my friend
And i must set you free
And you must face the world outside
And find your destiny

A health warning on some possible pitfalls of psychology

Lead vocal: frankie howerd


I was lonely and depressed
Having fled the family home
When i met an old acquaintance
I had only barely known

And i told her over tea
Of my worries and my woes
And a morbid fear of eating beans
In tightly fitting clothes

And she said psychoanalysis was just the thing for me
And she knew a mayfair analyst i really ought to see

So i went round to his rooms
And he saw me right away
Though he asked a sum of money i could ill afford to pay

But i lay down on the couch
By a bowl of flaccid flowers
And i talked and talked and talked and talked
For hours and hours and hours
And he told me tales of oedipus with great authority

And he asked me if my mother
Wore stiletto heels and rubber
And i realised that this poor soul
Was more confused than me

Well the shock was so profound
That i fled into the strand
Where i saw a hare krishna group
And joined in with the band

This was just the life for me
Free of worldly goods and care
And i chanted and i ranted
Round and round trafalgar square

I converted tens of thousands and they joined us then and there

But the bagwan was so jealous
That he called me over zealous
Then he threw me out
When i refused to cut off all my hair

(dr. ruth, dr. ruth, why not write to dr. ruth?)

So i wrote to dr. ruth
And she helpfully proposed
I should join a nudist colony
And throw away my clothes

All that sun upon my flesh
Would set my libido free
And would guarentee much more of it
Whatever 'it' may be

But i don't feel that i was quite equipped for such a life

Fair of skin just like my sisters
Too much sun would give me blisters
So i think i'll turn the whole thing in

And go home to the wife

Maitre charcot, the french hypnotist who influenced freud

Lead vocal: eric woolfson

Maitre charcot he can send you where the winds blow
Look in his eye and your mind goes into limbo
They say, he's mad as a hatter
He's no medicine man
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go

Maitre charcot he can teach you what you don't know
Look in his eye and the clock runs out of tempo
He knows, it's mind over matter
You'll fit in the palm of his hand
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go

It doesn't need too much explaining
It doesn't seem to be so hard
You just count to ten and then back again
And before long you won't know where you are

Maitre charcot he will catch you if you let go
Look in his eyes and your thoughts go into slow motion
You glide, like birds of a feather
He flies higher than you
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go

For any doubt you have remaining
Let me remind you once again
You just close you eyes as the eagle flies
And before you know it you won't feel any pain, any pain

I'd like to stay here forever, who needs the hullabaloo?
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go

The lament of the wolfman, the ratman and the judge who together
With dora and little hans, comprise freud's five classic cases.

Lead vocal: the flying pickets

We've come so far
To hear the words
Of hope and consolation
With no star to guide us through the night

Through many realms of fantasy
We wander and we roam
Far away from home

Then all of those
We held so dear
Grew tired of understanding
And we dream through the endless night alone
What sun can light this darkness
And what hand remove this stone

Far away, far away
Like a leaf that the wind has blown
Far away, far away
Far away from home
Far away from home

All that i am
What i've become
Will i ever find my place in the sun

What sun can light this darkness
And what hand remove this stone

Far away, far away
Will i ever find my place in the sun
Far away

I could be happy then
Far away
I'll find jerusalem
Far away from home
Far away from home

Freud's youngest patient

Lead vocal: graham dye

Little hans, little hans, what do you see?
The worlds is full of big surprises
Little hans, little hans, what can they be?
They come in many shapes and sizes

Little boys always love to play
But something is not quite right
Little hans won't come out today
He's scared of a horse that might bite

Little hans, little hans, what can it be?
Your thoughts are filled with such confusion
Little hans, little hans when will you see?
You're barking up the wrong conclusion

Professor man asks him oh so nicely
Why will you not come out?
Little hans tells him most politely
What he is thinking about

A ride in a tram, a lily white lamb, raspberry jam
Little hans, little hans, where will you go?
The world is full of compromises
Little hans, little hans, how will you know?
The come in many strange disguises

Professor man shakes his head and wonders
How will he work it out?
Little hans tells him quite precisely
What he's been dreaming about

I jump in the bath, i make myself laugh, i ride a giraffe

Little hans, little hans, i found a clue
I think i've made the right connection
Little hans, little hans, all i can do
Is give a common sense injection

Little boys grow up just like daddy
Professor man has no doubt
Little hans goes to sleep and wonders
What he was talking about

The function of the psychoanalyst.

Lead vocal: leo sayer

Suppose i were to tell you that the meaning of dreams
Is not all that it seems and the ultimate truth is a lie.
And you are just a puppet who can dance on a string.
Do you feel anything?
Would you laugh? would you care? would you cry?

But the meaning of life is a mystery, how can anyone disagree?
And the music is a symphony which we play in a minor key.

I am a mirror. i am a mirror. looking at me you see yourself
I am a mirror. i am a mirror. every face is someone else.
Look at me smile and you're the clown. and if i dance you turn around.
Look in my eyes and see your tears until the music disappears.

So if you are confused and don't know which way to go.
You will certainly know. from the moment we're living we die.
And if it's all a crazy game you don't want to play
Tell me what you can say.
It's a joke. it's the truth. it's a lie.

But the meaning of life is a mystery that we don't understand.
And the music is a rhapsody if you're happy the way that you are.

I am a mirror. i am a mirror. looking at me you see yourself
I am a mirror. i am a mirror. every face is someone else.
Look at me smile and you're the clown. and if i dance you turn around.
Look in my eyes and see your tears until the music disappears.

And the meaning of life is a mystery though we live it from day to day.
But the music of live should be harmony so that anyone here can play.

I am a mirror. i am a mirror. looking at me you see yourself
I am a mirror. i am a mirror. every face is someone else.
Look at me smile and you're the clown. and if i dance you turn around.
Look in my eyes and see your tears until the music disappears.

An anthem to the human condition


Lead vocal: john miles


What kind of madness rule the world today
What earthly reason holding sway
There is no heaven at all
For some may weep
And some may sleep
While some may rise
And some may fall

No one is an island
No one born alone
No man can turn the tide of fortune on his own
Though some may dare to try

Say there but for the grace of god go you my friend
Say there but for the grace of god go i
Go i

And so we live in lives of fantasy
And dream of dreams that hold the key
And we follow like sheep
We thread the path
That leads to thee
We seek the soul that is not ours to keep

No one is an island
No one born alone
No man can turn the tide of fortune on his own
Though some may dare to try

Say there but for the grace of god go you my friend
Say there but for the grace of god go i
Go i

The interpretation of dreams

Lead vocal: the flying pickets

Well it's funny you should say that
It's a most peculiar thing
Yes it's funny you should say that

I was talking to a man
And i saw he wore a ring
Yes it's funny you should say that

And i told him of a dream
Where i caught and ate a whale
Then i woke up feeling hungry, he said
Thats a curious tale
For a dream contains a wish
In this case a giant fish
As the pressure you were under
Might have woken you from slumber
To relieve the pangs of hunger
You just dreamed yourself a dish

Well it's funny you should say that
It's a most peculiar thing
Yes it's funny you should say that

For i also met a man
And he also wore a ring
Yes it's funny you should say that

And i told him of a dream
Where the sun was at its height
But my toes were blocks of ice, he said
Let me get this right
You are tall and so your feet
Must protrude beyond the sheet
While you sleep they're unprotected
And it's just as i suspected
You were trying to dream some heat

But there are six white wolves
In the dead of the night
On the branch of a tree

And they have such big eyes
And they're shining so bright
All the better to see

And they have such big ears
All the better to hear
And they're listening to me

And they have such sharp teeth
All the better to eat
And they're looking at me

Well it's funny you should say that
It's a most peculiar thing
Yes it's funny you should say that

I was speaking to a man
But i don't recall a ring
Yes it's funny you should say that

And i told him of a dream
Where i turned into a snail
And he said it is simplicity
To follow such a trail
For this creature takes his shell
Anywhere that he may roam

But work must keep you on the move
You fear your wife may disapprove
So in the dream you just remove
And take along your home

If i step on a line
Something will happen
There are rats in a jar
Something will happen

And they have such big eyes
And they're shining so bright
All the better to see

And they have such sharp teeth
All the better to eat
And they're looking at me

Tell me what they say
Tell me what can they be
Tell me what does it mean
Tell me what do you see

Fantasia
Nothing is what it seems
Fantasia
A world that's made out of dreams
Fantasia
Nothing is what it seems
Fantasia

Well it's funny you should say that
It's a most peculiar thing
Yes it's funny you should say that

Though i haven't met this man
So he didn't wear a ring
It's so funny you should say that

I told him of a dream
Where i turned into a hat
That was round and made of fur, would he say
Nothing wrong with that
As i sit here in my chair
I can see your growth is spare
And it is my observation
That this caused you much frustration
So you dreamed a consolation
To replace the loss of hair

I'm going to be a mother
I'm going to have a child

There are wolves in the tree
But the tree never grew
There are rats in the jar
But the curse wasn't true

Fantasia
Nothing is what it seems
Fantasia
A world that is made out of dreams