Who's Crazy/My Psychopharmacologist and I
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Who's crazy?
The husband or wife?
Who's crazy to live their whole life
Believing that somehow things aren't as bizarre as they are?
Who's crazy?
The one who can't cope?
Or maybe the one who'll still hope?
The one who sees doctors or the one who just waits in the car?
And I was a wild twenty-five
And I loved a wife so alive
But now I believe I would settle
For one who can drive
The round blue ones are taken with food, but not with the oblong
White ones. The white ones are taken with the round yellow ones
But not with the trapezoidal green ones. Break the green ones
Into thirds with a tiny chisel, put it all into a mortar and
My psychopharmacologist and I
It's like an odd romance
Intense and very intimate
We do our dance
My psychopharmacologist and I
Call it a lovers' game
He knows my deepest secrets
I know his name
And though he'll never hold me
He'll always take my calls
It's truly like he told me
Without a little lift, the ballerina falls
Goodman, Diana, bipolar disorder with delusional episodes
Sixteen year history of medication. Adjustment after four weeks
I've got less anxiety, but I have headaches
And blurry vision. And I can't feel my toes
So we'll try again, and eventually we'll get it right
Not a very exact science, is it?
Zoloft and Paxil and Buspar and Xanax
Depakote, Klonopin, Ambien, Prozac
Ativan calms me when I see the bills
These are a few of my favorite pills
Thank you, doctor! Valium is my favorite color, how'd you know?
It's just, the thing about jazz is, how do you ever
Know if you got it right? It's just making shit up
Which is also known as the act of creation
Oh, you're one of those pretentious stoner types
That's totally not fair! I'm not pretentious. And I'm definitely
Not classical, it's far too rigid and structured. There's no
Room for improvisation, you have to play the notes on the page
Yeah, and what did Mozart know anyway? He should have just
Smoked a bowl and jammed on Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Yeah, let's do that
Goodman, Diana, second adjustment after eight weeks
Delusions less frequent but depressive state worse
I'm nauseous. And I'm constipated. Completely lost my appetite
And gained six pounds. Which is just, you know, not fair
May cause the following side effects, one or more
Dizziness, drowsiness, sexual dysfunction
Diarrhea, tremors, tremors, night terrors, seizures
Diarrhea, constipation, nervous laughter, palpitations
Anxiousness, anger, exhaustion, insomnia
Irritability, nausea, vomiting
Odd and alarming sexual feelings
Oh, and one last thing
Use may be fatal
Use may be fatal
Use may be fatal
Goodman, Diana, third adjustment after twelve weeks
Reports continued mild anxiety and some lingering depression
I now can't feel my fingers or my toes
I sweat profusely for no reason
I've wasted like, weeks of practice with you, improvising
Oscar Peterson was classically trained
Beethoven did cocaine
Miles Davis went to Juilliard
Mozart wrote poems. About farts
Fortunately, I have absolutely no desire for sex. Though
Whether that's the medicine or the marriage is anybody's guess
I'm sure it's the medicine
Oh. Thank you. That's very sweet. But my husband is waiting in the car
Who's crazy?
The one who's half gone
Or maybe the one who holds on
Remembering when she was twenty
And brilliant and bold
And I was so young
And so dumb
And now I am old
And though he'll never hold me
He'll always take my calls
It's truly like he told me
Without a little lift, the ballerina falls
And she was wicked and wired
The sex was simply inspired
Now there's no sex, she's depressed
And me, I'm just tired
Tired, tired, tired
My psychopharmacologist and I
Are going to be together side by side
With him I die
My psychopharmacologist and I
Who's crazy?
The one who's a nerd
Or maybe the one who's endured
The hardest troubles of the world
And just lives in the pain
They say love is blind
But believe me, love is insane
Goodman, Diana. Sixteen weeks
I don't feel like myself. I mean, I don't feel anything
Uh huh. Patient stable