With keen pop sensibilities, a skewed sense of humour and a willingness to draw inspiration from diverse sources (notably punk rock), Therapy? came to attention in the early 1990s rise of alternative rock, but have endured for more than a decade since; Critic Johnny Loftus writes, "After a ten-plus year career that has seen them outlast competitors and outwit industry attempts at categorization, Therapy? are still headbangers with their thinking caps screwed on tight."
Current line-up :
Andy Cairns (guitar, vocals) (1989 - )
Michael McKeegan (bass guitar, backing vocals) (1989 - )
Neil Cooper (drums) (2003 - )
Past members:
Fyfe Ewing (drums) (1989 - 1996)
Martin McCarrick (cello, guitar, backing vocals) (1996 - 2004)
Graham Hopkins (drums) (1996 - 2001)
Discography:
-Hard Cold Fire (2023)
-Cleave (2018)
-Disquiet (2015)
-A Brief Crack of Light (2012)
-Crooked Timber (2009)
-One Cure Fits All (2006)
-Never Apologise Never Explain (2004)
-High Anxiety (2003)
-Shameless (2001)
-So Much For The Ten Year Plan - A Retrospective 1990-2000 (2000)
-Suicide Pact - You First (1999)
-Semi-Detached (1998)
-Infernal Love (1995)
-Troublegum (1994)
-Face the Strange E.P. (1993)
-Shortsharpshock E.P. (1993)
-Nurse (1992)
-Pleasure Death (1992)
-Babyteeth (1991)
Northern Ireland, 1989.
Wall of Mouths
Therapy? Lyrics
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This is your life, so why d'ya do it?
You see it all like a film, I'm not in it
You don't like my attitude or my tact
But I don't care
'Cause I don't like your soundtrack
The side of my head, an endless pain
Coming on strong, like a terminal prefect
Down the hole with the gene pool defects
I've got nothing to say
I'm not talking to you
I've got nothi' to say
You're just a wall of mouths
I've got nothing to say
I'm not talking to you
I've got nothin' to say
You're just a wall of mouths
Here we go again, the runaround circus
Looking to you for clues but I'm not worth it
You don't like my attitude or my tact
But I don't give a shit
Coz I don't like your soundtrack
The side of my head, an endless pain
I tip it to the side to let the bad things drain
Je Suis L'Etranger
Nes Pas Deranger
Just drive me into the central reservation
I've got nothing to say
I'm not talking to you
I've got nothin' to say
You're just a wall of mouths
I've got nothing to say
I'm not talking to you
I've got nothin' to say
You're just a wall of mouths
Some flash above been born this way
And I invite them back to mine
The end of dialing nine-nine-nine
The fools!
I drive them back
To their bog in the sticks
Play Rivali on a pile of pricks
Leave them whining six-six-six
I've got nothing to say
I'm not talking to you
I've got nothin' to say
You're just a wall of mouths
I've got nothing to say
I'm not talking to you
I've got nothin' to say
You're just a wall of mouths
I've got nothing to say
I'm not talking to you
I've got nothin' to say
You're just a wall of mouths
I've got nothing to say
I'm not talking to you
I've got nothin' to say
You're just a wall of mouths
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me!
The lyrics to Therapy?'s song Wall of Mouths seem to be a commentary on the struggle of communication and the overwhelming noise that surrounds us. The singer seems to be disenchanted with the world they live in and feels like they are constantly being bombarded with unhelpful advice and chatter. They feel caught in a cycle of frustration, unable to make themselves heard or understood in a world where everyone seems to be talking at once.
The song's theme of being overwhelmed by the noise of the world is reflected in lines like "You're just a wall of mouths" and "Here we go again, the runaround circus." The singer seems to be struggling to find their place in the world and fighting against the overwhelming noise that surrounds them. They reject the idea that they need to conform to others' expectations, saying "You don't like my attitude or my tact / But I don't care / 'Cause I don't like your soundtrack." Overall, the song seems to be a reflection of the difficulty we all face in finding our own voice in a world that is constantly shouting at us.
Line by Line Meaning
This is your life, so why d'ya do it?
Why are you living your life the way you are?
You see it all like a film, I'm not in it
You view your life as a movie, with me not included.
You don't like my attitude or my tact
You dislike my approach and manner.
But I don't care
I am unconcerned about your opinion.
'Cause I don't like your soundtrack
Because I do not enjoy the way you live your life.
The side of my head, an endless pain
I am constantly overwhelmed with pain on one side of my head.
I tip it to the side to let the bad things drain
To relieve myself of the negative feelings, I tilt my head to the side.
Coming on strong, like a terminal prefect
You are overly authoritative, like a boarding school head boy.
Down the hole with the gene pool defects
You belong in the hole with the genetic flaws.
I've got nothing to say
There is nothing I wish to communicate.
I'm not talking to you
I am not conversing with you.
You're just a wall of mouths
You are nothing more than an endless wall of noise.
Here we go again, the runaround circus
We are going in circles, like a circus performance.
Looking to you for clues but I'm not worth it
I am seeking hints from you, but I am undeserving of them.
Coz I don't give a shit
Because I do not care whatsoever.
Je Suis L'Etranger
I am the outsider.
Nes Pas Deranger
Do not bother me.
Just drive me into the central reservation
Take me to the divider in the middle of the road.
Some flash above been born this way
Certain individuals were born the way they are.
And I invite them back to mine
I welcome them to come to my place.
The end of dialing nine-nine-nine
The conclusion of dialing an emergency phone number.
The fools!
The foolish ones!
I drive them back
I send them away.
To their bog in the sticks
To their dreary, remote home.
Play Rivali on a pile of pricks
I play Rivali on a heap of useless people.
Leave them whining six-six-six
I abandon them to complain about their fate.
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me!
Please strike me repeatedly.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ANDREW CAIRNS, GRAHAM HOPKINS, MARTIN MCCARRICK, MICHAEL ROBERT MCKEEGAN
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