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Times are tough, and wobbles are common across the age span.Words like ‘unprecedented’ and ‘catastrophic’ are known to ramp up anxiety levels even if we are not fully informed of the facts. Let alone the now-daily chore of wading through a turgid rising tide of fear-tormenting “Alt-Facts”.
Personal issues, of which I may discuss at a later date, lead me to listening to this terrific podcast by the Irish wise-bag-on-the-head Blindboy Boatclub. Blindboy, one half of the duo The Rubberbandits, expanded into the podcast world as performing and other actives ground to a halt due to COVID. There’s a ton of vids online of the humorous musical and TV sketches executed by The Rubberbandits. Alongside this are Blindboy's contemporary informed and thought provoking conversations about social situations such as housing, gentrification and aspects of mental health care. Check them out.
In the specific episode I reference Blindboy speaks about his own own self-care strategies, based on up-to-date cognitive theories, that he has utilised to maintain his own practice of self-care in difficult times.
It made sense to me. And the phrase “You are not a Fire” is a direct quote from within the talk. An articulate and clearly reframing of those moody thoughts and feelings that bug us but are not grounded in actual reality [much of the time].
This song has used a direct Blindboy soundbite in the middle to nail the point home. The rest of the text is about those persistent and irritating Fire Alarms warning signs of something other than real.
open.spotify.com/episode/3sluOoPY0Y7xRbcUwXtNsG
www.patreon.com/theblindboypodcast/posts
lyrics
Hear outside my window, awake I second guess attack
What mad I find I’m later, laking plans with an axe
Over oceans distant, whyI sense that your with me
I swear that your the lightening, and Im the lucky tree
You are just a fire alarm.
Availed by surveillance, who’s eyes are there watching me
In the cul-de-sac of the chest clocking every beat
Expressions of a tension, I’m silenced by the throat
Watch a flashback like a car crash dark, distant and remote
You are just a fire alarm
Valleys home to falcon and skulls with eyes of prey
Shadows hope invisible, arms length from harms way
Panic pricks fleshy feels, before the Kahu and it’s claw
Message sent predictive text, barricade the door
You are just a fire alarm
Persistent irritation, keep picking at those scabs
Survive, I’m in denial, I tell myself this is bad
Sirens calling somewhere, won’t someone turn them off
No-one else can hear them, it’s just my brain going off
You are just a fire alarm
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