Story Behind The Song
calling from hawaii to a friend who was recovering from surgery, our guitarist remarked, "he's deep in the pharmacy" I got to thinking about the persepective we women have and give ourselves of ourselves - on a good day, on a bad day - the rants and raves of inner voice - made outer - that can make women seem deep in the pahramcy - self paranoia, those voices...
Song Description
woman does a self examination in an honest in your face descriptive of self esteem, self worth
| Song Length |
4:00 |
Genre |
Pop - Alternative, Pop - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Disconcerted, Diplomatic |
Subject |
Frustration, You, Yours |
| Similar Artists |
Edie Brickell, The Dave Matthews Band |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Deep In The Pharmacy
-from cd ?scream of consciousness?
(c) 2000, words and music, Colleen Coadic
I am filled with relief and fear
my mind set is changing
obsessive memories disappear
fleeting moments of pure happiness make me clearly older
connected
but changes do not last easily
daily moments breed mutiny
creeping up behind to strangle those that sometimes matter so deeply
still be box ourselves in these challenging roles
and for awhile they define us as whole
until the realisation comes that we are shite poor
then the balance facade is out the door
and the guy standing there would like my I.D.
seems he doesn?t recognize this new me
but searching the crowd for a familiar face
I remember they?ve all since been replaced
I can?t seem to like this side of the face I see in a former me
to force this voice like I love myself
I would be deep, deep in the pharmacy
to be deep deep in the pharmacy
cover me as I scour the unknown cause this camouflage is on loan
and I fight to not shrink down the lies
the phenomena of being, of learning, of feeling
even as I steer it out of normally wild me
like an insidious fix from my tv
or the dry fuck every time you talk to ex- him or her
accepted social intercourse with no lubrication
and the gang of rebel hormones who have taken me hostage
tie me to the roller coaster for yet another ride
white trash hurricane through my trailer park perception
save the precipitous lecture for another time
I can?t seem to like this side of the face I see in the mirrored me
change my clothes like I change myself
to be deep deep in the pharmacy
now I wouldn?t change my mind
a thousand times
for all I have learned to see
and my mental health
exalted self
justifies the ways and means