Programmed _ Interview With Joseph McGeechan
What an insight there Joe, thanks for sharing that. I’m sure your experience may encourage others to deal with their bipolar in a similarly cathartic manner. Would you agree with the following:
‘Our greatest treasure is not natural possessions or money, but is that which is hidden deep within our own subconscious. It is that dark, unused part of our self that is, in fact, light that is unconscious of itself.’ ~ Carl Jung
I totally agree with this.. and Charles Bukowski also. His poetry is something I really connect with. Sometimes people find it so hard to speak out and become a prisoner of their self. I find words like this really inspiring. At most times the only thing that stops people being what they want to be is them. This is what some of the album is about with ‘The Power Of Self Doubt’ and ‘The Diary Of A Tormented Mind’.
Self-doubt really is a major obstacle one most come over in order to be productive, that’s for sure. What is it about Charles Bukowski’s work that really speaks to you?
Just the way he says what he feels and the honesty from him. With self-doubt, if it goes too far, I can sometimes lose the will to make music, but there is always something in me that brings me back to this.
Great to hear that!
My Naked Soul _ By Joseph McGeechan
My naked soul, bared for all to see,
they took the remnants,that are left of me.
As they watched, me fall apart,
as it all stopped, like the last beat of a heart.
No one asked, or even cared,
and it left me, somewhat scarred.
Where were they, when I need the most,
the ones that left me, to be lost.
How many times, did you wait for a call,
as they watch you, stumble and fall.
You tried so hard, to get back up,
as you crawled, your way through the worst.
Its not over, and never was,
you become, another lost cause.
The days, you spent waiting for a sign,
you find yourself, trapped in time.
No way out, and no way back,
your to far gone, off the track.
What it is, your looking for,
you don’t even know anymore.
Your silent calls, that go unheard,
they never hear, what you said.
Its too late now, no more calls,
like you are trapped, within closed walls.
What will bring, these walls down,
as you feel, yourself drown.
The soul, that you no longer have,
They took everything,that you once gave.