Nuthouse Nursery Rhymes

Nuthouse Nursery Rhymes
David Brunoehler
March 9, 2005
So you panic when you fear
And worry when you hurt
The bravest souls have also, dear,
Now chill out – hit the dirt.
If You Want To Fight Depression
If you want to fight depression
You needn’t take a pill
Just find something to laugh about
Invent another thrill
If you want to fight depression
Go right ahead — feel sad
But bare in mind it’s over:
That once good thing you had
If you want to fight depression
Most people fret and stew
Why not try to find them
And something new to do
If you want to fight depression
It doesn’t help to yell
But go ahead and let it out
Raise a little hell.
I Remember Who You Are
I remember who you are
You are a love I’ve known
And just to set the record straight
We never were alone
Throughout the years, I now know how,
Abandonment seemed real
Illusion I can see through now
And feel the way you feel
As I remember who I am
I’ll show you more of you
It’s just the way it’s always been
In truth, it’s what I do.
If you want to ask God for mercy now
You needn’t waste your breath
You’ve always been in His good grace
How so? You’ll learn at death
When Someone Stands You Up
Whenever someone stands you up
Don’t take it close to heart
But rather take their picture out
And tear it all apart
No, really, don’t mean to be mean
Accept their ill excuse
Because whatever else you do
You’ll wonder: “What’s the use?”
Is Nothing Sacred?
You fret you live as if nothing is sacred
I’d like to help you out
If nothing is, then all is not
See? What you worried about?
Perhaps the reverse, in fact, is true
All blessedness abound
Well I, for one, think that’s more fun
So now, I’m lost and found
Freeloading find you guilty?
Bad credit got you down?
No end in sight to hardship?
High hopes have hit the ground?
Remember what you’ve given
At times you could have charged
It may not be a lack of worth
But that your heart is large
When You Feel Lonely
You ask why you feel lonely
No wonder you’re so blue
The answer is this only:
You’ve been untrue to you.
You ask if you’re forgiven
The answer: always yes
So what, pray tell, will you do?
Tell the truth – or guess?
How Sorry Can You Be
So you confessed you told a lie
How sorry can you be?
It’s time you pick yourself up high
For one and all to see.
It’s not about the voices
That tell you you’re dis-eased
But rather, sticky choices
Now then, let go … release!
You Make Me Sick
You make me sick
Or so I thought
Until I learned
You’re well
Oh, what a trick
Um, I forgot
Sometimes it’s hard to tell.
How to Find Heaven
If Heaven is a state of mind
Of peace, of love and joy
That should not be hard to find
“Oh, boy!”
“Oh, boy!”
“Oh, boy!”


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