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WHAT´S THE MATTER WITH ME ?
Lyrics and music by Michael Phillips

'What´s the matter with me?' asks man in a physical and mental state of decomposition, effeteness and total passivity, in which he finds himself to be a passenger to his own life. Floating may be necessary at certain stages of one´s lifetime as a precursor to putting one´s pieces back together and regaining control of oneself.

What´s the matter with me?
I´ve grown numb to pain,
Don´t care about sunshine,
Nor do I care about rain.
I don´t mind if it´s cold,
I don´t mind if it´s hot,
Maybe I´ll let things slip away,
Maybe I´ll have another shot.
All I feel is hunger
And insatiable thirst
For inflating the void
Up to the point of burst.
I´ve surrendered the wheel
To someone else to drive my car,
I´m on the passenger seat,
Gazing at the stars.

What´s the matter with me?
Don´t dread the fire or ice,
Don´t mind if I´m treated like dirt,
Or if I´m treated nice.
Don´t mind standing naked,
Don´t care how I´m dressed,
It makes no difference to me
If I´m kicked or if I´m caressed.
All I feel is hunger
And insatiable thirst,
I´m longing for the indefinite
Though I may be in for the worst.
Turnin´ my wheel of fortune
Has passed into others´ hands,
And else I´m left to see what happens
And to plow the sands.

What´s the matter with me?
Can´t tell black from white.
I might go out in the daytime
Or at night.
I may be on the rocks,
I may as well be rich,
I´m indifferent to collecting antiques
Or things they say are kitsch.
All I feel is hunger
And insatiable thirst,
It´s time for a new play to open
Though it may be ill-rehearsed.
But I´m no longer in charge,
I´ve ended up a mime,
Seeking cover from bullets
And biding my time.

What´s the matter with me?
I waste no thought on being cool,
I don´t mind if people think I´m a wise man
Or a fool.
I don´t care if I´m weak,
I may as well be strong,
To me listenin´ to a steam engine
Is like listenin´ to a song.
All I feel is hunger
And insatiable thirst
For letting off fireworks
Like those on December 31st.
But I´m not the master blaster,
I´m not in control of things,
I feel much like a puppet
Hangin´ on another man´s strings.