move your body – Marshall Jefferson


marshall-jeffersonMusic’s gonna set you free
It’s gonna set you free
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Gotta have House, music, all night long
With that House, music, you can’t go wrong
Give me that House, music, set me free
Lost in House, music, is where I wanna be
It’s gonna set you free (rock your body)
It’s gonna set you free
It’s gonna set you free
It’s gonna set you free
It’s gonna set you free
It’s gonna set you free
It’s gonna set you free
It’s gonna set you free

(Move your body, rock your body)

Move your body
Move your body
Shake your body
Shake your body
Move your body, shake your body

Move your body, sexy body
Move your body, sexy body
(Move your body)
It’s gonna set you free
It’s gonna set you free
It’s gonna set you free

(Move your body, sexy body)
(Shake your body, sexy body)
(Move your body, sexy body)
(Shake your body, sexy body)

It’s gonna set you free
It’s gonna set you free
It’s gonna set you free
It’s gonna set you free(rock your body)

Music’s gonna set you free
It’s gonna set you free

Music’s gonna set you free
It’s gonna set you free

(Move your body, rock your body, set my body free)

It’s gonna set you free
This House music, it’s gonna set you free
Move your body
Move your body
Move your body
Move your body
Sexy body
Move your body

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Yorkshire style – 3 Yorkshireteers


3 yorkshireteersput some sauce on it

he-e-e-e-y-y Yup!

wearz me gray-vee?

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The Prime Minister Who Heard Voices – William Lyon Mackenzie King


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William Lyon Mackenzie King was Canada’s longest serving Prime Minister, and voted by a panel of eminent historians recruited by Macleans Magazine as Canada’s Most Important Prime Minister.

King was a skilled politician and alliance  builder but was regarded by those who appoint themselves to comment upon these things as lacking the charisma, charm and extroversion that might be what we expect of  stereotypical leader  even though it is not nearly necessary in a real leader. He never married so lacked a partner who might have  hosted elegant soirées at which to wow, seduce and schmooze the privileged and self-entitled classes in the manner to which they had become accustomed.

Still today Canadians don’t quite know what to make of one of their most important leaders – he does appear on the $50CAD note but  even the most admiring and most robust, scholarly biographies, it seems, must include their quota of  snide,  snarky and passive-aggressive remarks undermining the man as a human being.

King’s  bronze  statue on Ottawa’s Parliament Hill,  though adjacent to those of  John A Macdonald, Canada’s First Prime minister, The Famous Five [Canada's Suffragettes] and the Queen, is tucked somewhat embarrassedly and, it seems, just about to slide down the embankment into the shadows at the arse-end of The East Block.

Maybe, just maybe, if he’d played hockey and made a show of throwing down the gloves, or,  like his grandfather and Sir John A Macdonald,  engaged in frequent, shall we say,  “robust physical debate” in bars,  then Canadians  might have warmed to him more.

Yet King certainly played a very great role in helping shape Canada to become the modern  country it is, establishing Canada’s independent political stance, independent voice and paving the way for  much-admired welfare systems, strong  human rights stance and enlarging the role of the provinces in running the country. Through interesting times in which the country seemed intent on going its separate ways he helped forge some unity and common purpose. In 1917 King sided, midst deep controversy at the time, with Sir Wilfred Laurier in opposing Canadian conscription,  and later also insisted that Canada’s troops sent to Europe in WWII would remain under Canadian, not British command .

As was not uncommon at the time amongst well-to-do folks, King was a spiritualist and regularly attended seances seeking to connect with spirits, including his deceased mother.

Not only did King hear voices he was comfortable with them and took great comfort in knowing they were there and hearing what they had to say but  “made it a rue to ignore advice” given by spirits, trusting always in his own  judgment.

King was  called upon to make many  difficult decisions in the running of a country  finding its feet and emerging from the shadows of imperialism onto the world stage and all during the  decades of financial turmoil, global upheaval and great human conflict.

Amongst those he would seek counsel of were former Prime Minister Sir Wilfred Laurier  and another of Canada’s pioneering leaders: his grandfather – William Mackenzie King, Leader of the Upper Canada Rebellion and first Mayor of Toronto, and whose spirit is reputed today  to still stalk the halls of Mackenzie House in Toronto, now a museum.

In 1943 William Lyon Mackenzie King hosted the Quebec Conference at which three “leaders of the free world” – as they might  bombastically be termed if it were today – finalized plans for the Allied troop landings into southern Italy and thus beginning of the retaking of Europe from fascism. In this famous photograph taken at he time, only one of the three eminent gentlemen here did not hear voices [at least so  far as we know Roosevelt did not].

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Roosevelt plays Piggy In the Middle

How strange it is that, in the few decades since, we’ve gone from having two-out-of-three national, nay, global  leaders hearing voices, and being comfortable enough to talk and write about it – to having most of our leaders being scared of their own shadow and enacting laws that treat people who do as aliens – erode their rights,  lock up them up and force “treatment” them.

King did not get everything right – he earned a doctorate from Harvard for a dissertation arguing that  Canada ought to “resist immigration from the orient”  and like many at the time he was bamboozled and duped into thinking Hitler was somebody with whom he could work but was certainly not alone  amongst his contemporaries in either view. None of us – mere human nor world leader and not even the most convincing sounding voice or spirit, knows everything.

Hearing voices is not a sickness or a brain-fault but it is a human experience – and way more common than you have been led to believe. In 1943 it was, evidence shows, practically  a job qualification to lead a country – and the world – out of terrible times.

Refs

 

 

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Placebo Psychiatrist shown to be effective in totally random trials


Real world trials demonstrate that Dr Ken Placebo Psychiatry – when administered regularly – is at least as effective as  doing nothing; and three times more effective as yer average bio-bio-bio Psychiatrist for most populations – and unlike some psychiatric hospitals, there is a gift shop you can exit via.

Administered daily, Dr Ken Placebo Psychiatrist can help people heal without the typical atypical harmful side effects:  isolation, “stigma”, toxic-poisoning, obesity, brain-damage, poverty, social isolation – and death that are experienced by patients of standard bio-bio-bio-talk-to-the-hand-poly-psycho-pharmatherpy psychiatrists.

When interviewed in post trial interviews, test subjects who received Dr Ken Placebo reported, as two memorably said:

“that Dr Ken, he’s  a really good listener, much better than a real psychiatrist”.

“he doesn’t lie about chemical imbalances, he just sits there looking orange”

Dr Ken Placebo Psychiatrist is also believed to be more resistant to pernicious influence of  mass bombardment of poly-psycho-pharma advertising beamed by conspirators  from south of that border.

Not one of literally a handful of respondents cited Dr Ken, Placebo Psychiatrist’s inability to prescribe drugs as a problem – “if I need drugs -there’s always the guy on the street corner for that, and his drugs are more fun”.

Side effects of Placebo Psychiatry are considered minor but researchers do highlight a  risk of an unusual prevalence amongst participants of a  liking for the colour pink.

As lead researcher Tom Dick-Harry said: “Clearly,  more research is required, and it’s my job to say that.”

 

Dr Ken Placebo Psychiatrist costs $35.99 retail- which, compared with a psychiatrist’s salary, represents a huge potential saving to healthcare budgets worldwide..

In totally random and made-up four week, double-blind, randomized, placebo-controlled and double-hyphenated trials in which half the data was flushed down the toilet, Dr Ken Placebo Psychiatrist was demonstrated to work better than plain old Placebo placebo but not better than placebo fresh air and exercise and not nearly as much fun as  placebo literally laughing so much your socks fly off. 
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For more info, just make it up. It’s what they do.

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when we stop telling others what they need…


when we stop telling others

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let me be myself – 3 doors down


let me be myselfPlease, would you one time
Just let me be myself
So I can shine with my own light
Let me be myself
Would you let me be myself

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Let Me Be Myself

I guess I just got lost
Bein’ someone else
I tried to kill the pain
Nothin ever helped
I left myself behind
Somewhere along the way
Hopin to come back around
To find myself someday

Lately I’m so tired of waiting for you
To say that it’s ok, but tell me
Please, would you one time
Just let me be myself
So I can shine with my own light
Let me be myself
Would you let me be myself

I’ll never find my heart
Behind someone else
I’ll never see the light of day
Living in this cell
It’s time to make my way
Into the world i knew
Take back all of these times
That i gave in to you

Lately i’m so tired of waiting for you
To say that it’s ok, but tell me
Please, would you one time
Let me be myself
So i can shine with my own light
And let me be myself
For a while, if you don’t mind
Let me be myself
So i can shine with my own light
Let me be myself

That’s all i’ve ever wanted from this world
Is to let me be me

Please would you one time
Let me be myself
So i can shine with my own light
Let me be myself
Please would you one time
Let me be myself
So i can shine with my own light
Let me be myself
For a while, if you don’t mind
Let me be myself
So i can shine with my own light
Let me be myself
Would you one time… oooh
Let me be myself
Let me be me

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ducking and dodging


parquet courts

You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more
 
You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more
 
That key you’ve got won’t fit this lock no more
 
That key you’ve got won’t fit this lock no more
 
 

 

Ducking and Dodging – Parquet Courts

You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more
You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more
That key you’ve got won’t fit this lock no more
That key you’ve got won’t fit this lock no more
You’ve been ducking, dodging but you can’t come home no more
You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more
That key you’ve got won’t let you in my door
That key you’ve got won’t let you in my door

My eyes have seen the glory and
The sound and image, synchronized
Right there on the silver screen
Heard the sounds suggesting
Lineage of influence, yeah
Saw it there in the motherland
Straps and cables, steeples, stairways
Wind away from origin
In a trampled vintage floats the proof
I cannot be freed
The concert stage, the velvet cage
The glass perimeter of me
All my friends are disappearing
All my letters are in codes
All I ever think and feel
In your shadow, any roads
Waiting, waiting by the silent phone
I draft my next apology
Burn my letters once they’re read
Unalloyed joint, I thrice repeat
Unalloyed joint
Unalloyed joint
Listen to what I just heard
It’s written on the sun, jailbird
And just like you
The way it moves
A thought that creeps in, grinning always
In your hair
And in your hallways
Got detained in San Francisco
On your way to get fresh air
The U.S.A. didn’t want you there
Juggled oranges, but no one cared

You’ve been ducking, dodging but you can’t come home no more
You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more
That key you’ve got won’t fit that lock no more
That key you’ve got won’t fit that lock no more

You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more
You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more
That key you’ve got won’t fit that lock no more
That key you’ve got won’t fit that lock no more
You’ve been ducking and dodging but you can’t come home no more
You’ve been ducking, dodging but you can’t come home no more
That key you’ve got won’t won’t let you in that door
That key you’ve got won’t fit that lock no more

Lady MacBeth, rock me mama
Like my back ain’t got no bone
Like clicks heard on the telephone
Like a sudden unhinged moan
That leaks out from your broken structure
Like a wall of unbound stone
They buried the eighth
They buried the ninth
They said the finale was a formal reply
They buried the eighth
They buried the ninth
They said the finale was a formal reply
They buried the eighth
They buried the ninth
Buried everything, I’m telling you guy
Contest prizes, grand pianos
Gagged by comfort, shamed by words
Empty anthems, cloaked in strange for
Stripes and bars, is it yours?
Stripes and bars
Stripes and bars
Stripes and bars, and are you sure?
Stripes and bars will lock you in
Lock you in or camouflage you
Feel the sun, but cannot walk to
Hear the yelp, but cannot talk to
Triply[?] broken what you swore
Were stripes and bars
That’s what they’re for
You’ve been ducking, dodging but you can’t come home no more

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Toronto Hearing Voices – Open Night 20th Nov 2014


Open Night 20Nov2014
Toronto’s hearing Voices Group is now in it’s fourth year.

For one night only we’re holding an open night for all those who hear voices, or care for someone who does; for those who want to know how they can help make a easier world – and the curious.

We’ll have a brief talk and slide show, pamphlets, info about training and pour program for 2015.

Friends House 60          Lowther Ave
Thu 20th Nov 2014       6:30pm to 8:30pm
Free Event                       Limited Spaces.


Open Night 20Nov2014Poster – [pdf] 

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yello

Any track is turning but the race is in my head
I’m attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad
Fire away

Time is running out and the illusion fades away
Time is running out another day is on it’s way
This is the race

 

 

Count on me I’m gonna win the race
Count on me I’m gonna win the race
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong

Now shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south

Not any track is turning but the race is in my head
I’m attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad

Time is running out and the illusion fades away
Time is running out another day is on it’s way

Another sun was shining and he knew he wasn’t great
He didn’t ever talk about he knew he couldn’t wait

Are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do?
I need it and I’m ready and I haven’t got a clue

Not any track is turning but the race is in my head
I’m attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad

Fire away
This is the race

Why?
Burn
Shout
Lies
Give me the race

Another sun was shining and he knew he wasn’t great
He didn’t ever talk about he knew he couldn’t wait
I need this race

Are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do?
I need it and I’m ready and I haven’t got a clue

Any track is turning but the race is in my head
I’m attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad
Fire away

Time is running out and the illusion fades away
Time is running out another day is on it’s way
This is the race

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen
This is Billy McKloski from Palm Springs reporting for NBC
Sports of America
Twenty seconds to the start of the thirty-first formula race on
A hot sunny afternoon here in California

On the fast lane of the street I’m driving
Sometimes, somewhere, I’m arriving
Every day and every night

Why?
I need this race

Count on me I’m gonna win the race
Count on me I’m gonna win the race
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong

Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Race in my head

Songwriters
BLANK, BORIS/MEIER, DIETER

Read more: Yello – The Race Lyrics | MetroLyrics

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no measure of health…


it is no measure of health...

I’ve been lucky that some people think I have something interesting to say about the thing we call “mental health” and been invited to interviewed for documentary and research projects.

This same question, or a version of it keeps cropping up …

‘So what do you think causes mental illness?’

to which I have a simple response – a four letter word

“Life”

Life can place unbearable pressures upon us, society – this society we have created – can place unbearable pressure upon us and offer us little support  in living with that.

What we call “mental health services” are, by and large little more than “drug dispensing services”

and have become so complicated and convoluted and stuck in their own mess that they are indistinguishable from teh world described in the pages of a Kafka novel.

to have much hope of finding help we met subjugate ourselves to being deemed not human but a  “case” so that we can have  appointed an advocate – a “case worker” – to fight our cause as we attempt to navigate blindfold through the inter profession, inter agency game of pass-the- parcel that is the very real Kafkaesque nightmare many experience.

There is not much offered designed to help a person make sense of the  crushing pain, the energy sapping oppression, or debilitating  confusion  that a person trapped in this feels daily in every cell of their body.

Being well adjusted to a society that seems designed more to sap people of their energy, vitality and humanity than designed to offer us ways to live the rich, fulfilling lives we are capable of is no measure of health.

Getting back to where we were – hanging in there, just coping, numbed out, dumbed down and zombie-fied on drugs so we can bear a few more days, months, years till we collapse exhausted again – that is no measure of health.

Yet, in a system seemingly designed to make humans ill, and seemingly intent on having us believe we have no hope but to succumb to inevitability, propaganda and brainwashing,  every person who does find their way, every one of us who does find our own “recovery” [or whatever word we choose for ourself] is an individual act of rebellion, personal act of resistance and an act that changes not one life but the whole system.

Living can be reduced to taking enough drugs to numb ourselves enough to put up with an endless stream of lifecrap.

But the universe – like any other lightbulb- will not change just because we want it to.

Yet I can change the whole universe by making many small changes in that part of it that I call “me” and by enacting today and in my own small way, the future I want today. With every one of us who does that we  change the world one person at a time and when we do that and share our experience with others we encourage others to give themselves  permission to do likewise.

So: adjust to a profoundly sick society?  or rebel, resist and live your life  your way?

Choose wisely.

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