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Song Parodies -> "Faded Blackness"

Original Song Title:

"Paint it Black"

Original Performer:

Rolling Stones

Parody Song Title:

"Faded Blackness"

Parody Written by:

dennis

The Lyrics

This is what happens when you're thought to be truly crazy and you're altogether sane. The label of evil is applied, the drugs are administered... And your whole world turns an unrelenting black. The darkness of the loaded gun's barrel, it too is a black hole, one identical to that which the drugs have thrust you into (doxepin, stellazine, several others, all of them given to torment and control) and the barrel of that gun (45 automatic) belongs against your head, finger on the trigger, with all of society cursing you when you fling the gun away and choose life instad of socially-mandated erasure. (True story. Autistic people don't need Stellazine, Thorazine, Seroquel, Mellaril, Doxepin, Trazodone, Paxil (Nearly had a car accident after the first and only dose) and about twenty others. None of them worked. If you're autistic, even if you look 'normal' enough and can live independently, you have enough trouble without it being made worse by inappropriately prescribed drugs meted out as 'punishment' because you cannot fit in to society the way everyone and his brother says you should. They make it look so easy. For them, it IS easy - as easy as breathing. I only wish it were so, but the answer - "put in a new brain, son" - is not to be had at this time. Torture and erasure, however, is all too easy. I endured it for years - hence this 'translation'.
Faded blackness.

I once had a normal door, it's been painted black
All color now is gone, all is burned to black
Stick figures move on by, robots in gaudy clothes,
My eyes glued open to see black in every pose.

I cross the line of life and it's been crushed to dust,
Hatred of all my kind, society finds it must,
The people turn their heads, angry faces show dismay,
They wish that they could kill, but the law says "not today."

I've been divorced from life, for all I am is black,
The red door yet burns for me, the fire inside is back.

Perhaps when I am dead, the wheel will run away,
The dam is broken then, and Useless Feeders will be made to pay.

No more will what I see possess green and blue,
This will not happen if some way you are found true
If I can hide well enough, beneath the darkened sky,
Then people can ignore what I am, and call my kind a lie.

I once had a normal door, it's been painted black
All color now is gone, all is burned to black
Stick figures move on by, robots in gaudy clothes,
My eyes glued open to see black in every pose.

Choking sounds as the chemical straightjacket tightens slowly. It's
goal is erasure: silent, clincally clean, yet still as deadly as the
Ovens of Birkenau.

They want me painted, a corpse painted black,
Fiend from hell, chosen role.
My kind blotted out utterly, without mercy, no relent.
They want me painted, Lynched, Murdered, tainted, evil, black
Noooo!
The chemical straightjacket is fully as bad as the laced canvas one, if not worse. At least you can scream if you're 'tied up'. If you're paralyzed by extrapyramidal symptoms (a common side effect - really scary if no one tells you about them) then you cannot even scream. It's all in that drug-induced black hole, and... Wonder of Wonders... It STAYS There. Ah, a success. Nothing encourages doctors like 'success' - even if that success isn't much better than what Binding and Hoche wrote about and Hitler put into practice with Aktion T4 and '14f13'. The first to hit the grate and blacken the chimneys, and the last to stop dying for the pleasure of their killers. There were lesser beings than Jews then, and I am one of those people.

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Patrick - March 16, 2010 - Report this comment
Chilling insights into the practice of drugging people to keep them subjugated. Your writings show high intelligence and word skill. Hope you find peace in your life and keep posting songs here.

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