song | the otherwiser

None of my own poetry today. The Muse is silent, and I left the house at eight and didn’t get back until eight. My apologies, faithful followers. I am so tired my body just wants a day off. From poetry, from life, from medications. But, this is all besides the point. Read on. I have something new to say.

I was on my way home listening to the radio when this funny song comes on called “Blowtop Blues,” sung by Dinah Washington. You know when a song’s so good you have to look it up later? Well, that.

This song was me, sung before my time. During my last bipolar manic episode, minus the ending about bringing any of my men (I don’t have) to their armed wives, but yeah. That feeling on top of the world, going about public improperly clothed, being taller in my mind than I am in real life…Blowtop. A new word to describe that state. I love it.

Here’s the song. Play it, seriously. It’s a goodie, with that oldie sound that plays nicely in the background while you do something else. Trust me; you don’t want to miss out.

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Here’s a part I relate to, seriously.

Yes, I’ve been rockin’ on my feet and talkin’ all out of my head,
Yes, and when I get through talkin’, can’t remember a thing I said!

Used to be a sharpie, always dressed in the latest styles,
Now I’m walkin’ down Broadway wearin’ nothin’ but a smile!

A little too much. Ouch. Any of my bipolarbears out there who feel like you used to be a “sharpie” until this mental illness crap started up and gave you a new challenge to figure out?

Maybe some of y’all have figured it out, maybe most of you are in the process. Or, like jazz and like me, maybe you’re unresolved: always “tweaking” your medication, your management, your schedules, trying to figure out what makes this shit tick. Wherever you are, you have my love 🙂

There’s also this:

Last night I was five feet tall, today I’m eight feet ten,
And every time I fall down stairs I float right up again!

When someone turned the lights on me, it like to drove me blind,
I woke up in Bellevue, but I left my mind behind!

I’m a gal who blew a fuse,
I’ve got those blow top blues.

This is Manic Me. Breaking Blowtop. I should have my own TV show.