Once again...
we find ourselves completely immersed
within the greatness of THE WHO's
This creative masterpiece is STILL...
my "go to" album...
for SO MANY emotional moments!
From the positively over-the-top highs...
to the down right disgusted lows...
the music AND words
within this double album
from WAY back in 1973
continue to kick my
muthafucking ass!!
And even though the album tells a story
in it's entirety... you can still remove any song
out of context and still...
every single fucking note AND word...
are perfect!
But there are certain lines
that for one reason or another
just stand out for me!
And this verse is one of those stands outs.
Sometimes...
the confusion of life gets to us all
at some point... and this lyric just makes me
laugh and smile with glee whenever I hear it...
because I remember times when I was
in that very grip of confusion LoL
When the simple things in life
just turn you fucking inside out!!
And then pulling out this verbal elixir in some form
be it vinyl album... cassette tape or cd...
and feel ALL of the negative emotion
begin to run the fuck away because it knew that...
were coming to kick it's muthafucking ass!!! LoL
So Awesome.
Can't you just feel the distress
within these words......
"I feel I'm being followed
My head is empty
Yet every word I say turns out a sentence
Statements to a stranger
Just asking for directions
Turn from being help to being questions"
I was 12 years old and in the sixth grade
when this was released in 1973 and
Joey Marsh played "Bell Boy" for me
on his cassette player that he borrowed
from his big brother Jimmy
while we were in the lunch room
of I.S.51 on Staten Island.
Think about that...
I've been listening to...
and being protected by...
this monster of energy
for 53 muthafucking years!!!
And counting......
So so cool!!
Lyrics
I see a man without a problem
I see a country always starved
I hear the music of a heartbeat
I walk and the people turn and laugh
Is it in my head
Is it in my head
Is it in my head here at the start
Is it in my head
Is it in my head
Is it in my head or in my heart
I pick up phones and hear my history
I dream of all the calls I miss
I try to number those who love me
And find exactly what the trouble is
Is it in my head
Is it in my head
Is it in my head here at the start
Is it in my head
Is it in my head
Is it in my head or in my heart
I feel I'm being followed
My head is empty
Yet every word I say turns out a sentence
Statements to a stranger
Just asking for directions
Turn from being help to being questions
I see a man without a problem
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