Verse:
Something in the mind,
No space, no time.
Sex, drugs, but all are blind,
Leaving nothing but death behind.
Crusty visions of the ones we love
Dying on the clouds above.
Chorus:
Who gives a fuck what we love,
'Cause you can't save a wingless dove.
Taking time next to you.
Wasting time, nothing to do.
Stuck to the wall huffing glue,
Death wraps its hands around you.
Around you.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It’s time for some more Freaky Friday Frolics. This is Part 3 in an ongoing series titled The Birth of Tristan Robert Lange. Written circa 1995, when I was only 17 years old and recorded much later, this song comes from a place of unraveling. It’s about overthinking, about the chaos that simmers just beneath the surface, and about the noise no one else can hear but you. “Something in the Mind” is the first official single from TragicLife on Bandcamp (https://tragiclife.bandcamp.com/track/something-in-the-mind) and is soon to be released on an EP. May it haunt you kindly. You can also check me out on most major streaming services.
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And so it does around all of us sooner or later in live's game of tag. A suddery poem for a weekend. Lovely
Thank you, my dear friend. This one very much still sits in my chest. I wrote it young, but the voice kept following me…louder than I ever expected. It happens. 🤣 Thank you for your time and thoughts. 🧠📡⚰️🖤
My pleasure
Excellent write Tristan
Thank you, my friend! Much appreciated! 🧠📡⚰️🖤
You're welcome
Lovely !
Ultimately death is the harsh truth....
Your word play loveable.
Thank you so much, Priya! 🧠📡⚰️🖤 I am glad it delivered!
You are very welcome
😊
You did live in a dark world back in the day, and when you are there it feels like death is playing with you, it takes hold and squeezes but never enough for it to be final, nicely expressed and written and sung
Exactly, Tobani! You nailed it, indeed. It was a dark world then indeed...and its grown darker since. I think that is why the song has always felt relevant and I ended up recording it. Anywho, always grateful for your ear and your presence, my friend. 🧠📡⚰️🖤
You are very welcome
Oh yes the darker side is that of truth life isn't all roses and diamonds and you show and share with such talent, wonderful lyrics my dear Tristan. 🌹
Teddy, thank you, dear poet…you’re right, it’s not all roses and diamonds...and I’ve never known how to write any other way. It seems to keep me self-published. 🤣 But hey, nothing wrong with that. Working on a chapbook as we speak. Anywho, always grateful for your presence and kindness, my dear friend. 🧠📡⚰️🖤
I'm on my holidays now, so I'll see you in a few weeks, you wonderful poet 🌹
Hello Tristan,
From the hip and with gusto as if composed in a fit of pique. Great song, great voice and great music, especially the intro - loved it. Much praise for this one.
Wishing you the very best,
Tony.
Tony, thank you, my friend…that “fit of pique” line made me grin. It sure was. This one came fast and hard...and stuck with me ever since. Grateful for your careful ear and kind words. 🧠📡⚰️🖤
Wow, friend, what a great song! I love that chorus, exploding with the distorted guitar and the totally raw and rebellious lyrics. It's incredible. Congratulations. Thanks so much for sharing. Best regards.
Thank you so much, my friend, that means a lot. This one came from deep inside and never really let go. And, I am glad it hasn't! LOL! Glad the chorus delivered. Grateful for your time and support. 🧠📡⚰️🖤
Some times leave the ones you love
Cleave to those that worry and build you.
Thank you, my friend…I appreciate your time and presence. 🧠📡⚰️🖤
How is Popeye's life going these days? lol. Erm, best not answer that? lol.
Yeah…I think he may be “stuck to the wall huffing” spinach…but I won’t say how or why! 🤐🤣
That spinach has got a lot to answer for. lol.
LOL! It sure does!
If the spinach could take it would say 'Aww, why you blame it all on me? The cause is..... oops, I can't answer that!' lol.
That's because oops...exactly! LOL!
I respect your consistency… it only makes me want to be more consistent!
Wow! Thank you bro. I try my best anyway. I really appreciate your comment and your support, my friend! 🧠📡⚰️🖤
Reminds me of Jim Morrison!
Joan…wow. Like…WOW! That means more than I can say. Morrison was one of the earliest voices that made me feel seen so that comparison hits deep. He’s been a bit of kindred spirit of mine, poetically, as long as I have been writing it. Poe and Jim, throw in Baudelaire (some others too), and there I am. LOL! Thank you for listening and for feeling this one. I really, really appreciate it! 🧠📡⚰️🖤
Well, I had to press the fave button. The emphasis being on the ‘had’.
Wow! Thank you so much, my friend. Your read/listen, your support, and your fave are most appreciated! 🧠📡⚰️🖤
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