Asylum
Aurium Lyrics

Jimmy Cream was keen, his brain was always winnin'
Jimmy Cream was intelligent, his thoughts were often successful

I can't keep tabs on mine – it's really quite a joke
I cannot control my own brain, it is really absurd

I see him down the road, I ask if he'd be willing To lend me 15p – I'm dying for a smoke
I saw Jimmy down the road and asked if he would be willing to give me fifteen pence since I am craving a smoke

Don't arrange to have me sent to no asylum I'm just as sane as anyone It's just a game I play for fun – for fun
Please do not send me to a mental institution, I am mentally sound, and I'm simply engaging in these antics for my own pleasure.

I told 'em – look! – I said I'm not the way you're thinkin' Just when I'm down I'll be the clown, I'll play the fool Please don't arrange to have me sent to no asylum
I informed them that they should not judge me so harshly. When I'm feeling down, I can become amusing and turn myself into a clown, but I am not insane

I'm just as sane as anyone It's just a game I play for fun – for fun Is it really?
I am entirely as sane as anyone else, it is only a pastime for me, but is it really?

Will he take a sailboat ride? Well, he is very likely to Will he feel good inside? Well, he ain't very likely to Will he tell you he's alive? Yeah, he is always trying to Yeah but nothin' No no nothin' does he say
Will he go sailing? It is highly possible. Will he derive pleasure from sailing? He is hardly likely to. Will he acknowledge that he is living? Yes, he is constantly attempting to, but he never really says anything of substance.

In the morning when the days begun – "Hello, Good morning, how are you?" And in the evening or the noonday sun – "Oh, what a lovely afternoon!" Well I've been living next to you
When the day starts, I begin by greeting you, and later on, I'll tell you what a lovely afternoon it is. I have been living beside you for some time.

Bluesy Monday is the one day that they come here Yeah, when they haunt me and they taunt me in my cage Oh, in my cage I mock 'em all, they're feelin' small, they got no answer Yeah, they're playin' dumb but I'm just laughing as they rage Don't arrange to have me s-sent to no asylum Well it's only a game I'm playin' for fun
The individuals who control me arrive on Monday when I am trapped in here, replacing my independence with disorders that I must tolerate. Within my confinement, I ridicule them, making them feel inadequate because they possess no response. They pretend to be foolish, yet their rage only amuses me, and I beg that they will not send me to the mental institution. I only play this game because it's entertaining for me.

Yeah I've been tryin' to fool everyone Oh, but they still taunt me Oh, is it really? No, that's too heavy
Although I've been trying to deceive everyone about my mental health, they are still mocking me. Is this really happening? No, that is too serious for them to do.

Will he take a sailboat ride? Well, he is very likely to Will he feel good inside? He ain't ever likely to Will he tell you he's alive? Well, he is always trying to But nothin' No no nothin' does he ever say
Will he go sailing? Yes, he probably will. Will he feel happy about it? Unlikely. Will he confirm that he is alive? Yes, he never stops trying to, yet he never says anything.

In the morning when the day's begun – "Do you think it looks like rain?" And in the evening or the noonday sun – "You know I nearly missed my train" Well I've been living next to you my friend
When the day starts, I'll ask you about the possibility of rain. I might tell you that I almost missed my train later in the day. I've been living near you, my buddy.

But what kind of friend are you? Is it the beginning or the sorry end? Will I ever see it through? Now I've never been insane
What type of buddy are you? Is it the start or the end of our friendship? Will we ever follow through with anything? I've never been crazy before.

Oh what's the game? I believe I'm dying...
What's happening? I think I'm dying.

He's mad, mad, mad... Not quite right (Not quite right) Oh...
He is insane, insane, insane… Not quite functioning sensibly (not quite functioning sensibly). Oh…