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This is the song that started off the "Little Pit of Madness" series. The title is a tip of the hat to the brilliant and classic movie "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" starring the inimitable Jack Nicholson. The song was recorded back in 1996 at the offices of then Headspace, Inc. (later to become Beatnik, Inc.), a company I was working at at the time. The gist of the song is that, well, dad goes mad. 5:52
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VERSE 1

	Dad flew over the Cuckoo's nest.
		Dad has put his mind to rest.
	Escaped the life he could not face,
		they took him to that big white place...

CHORUS 1

	with the big white halls,
		and the soft white walls,
	and the soft white doors,
		and the soft white floors.

	No hard surfaces on which
		to smash his head.
	No thought stimulation,
		living death instead.

	Nothing but a vacant stare.
		Only a catatonic glare.
	Sightless, thoughtless, deep in black,
		no magic that can bring him back.

INSTRUMENTAL
[spoken]

	Son loves dad,
		but dad's gone mad.
	Leaves me sad,
		leaves me sad.

	Son loves dad,
		but dad's gone mad.
	Bring back dad,
		bring back dad.

	Mum loves dad,
		but dad's gone mad.
	Son loves dad,
		but dad's gone mad.

	Dad went to a white place.
		Dad has left the rat race.
	Dad just couldn't stand the pace,
		too much pain he couldn't face.

VERSE 2

	Sits and rocks, circle within,
		those rusted locks on the doorway in.
	Delusion says what isn't is.
		Can't see past the blinds behind his
			eyes.

CHORUS 2

	Your memories will hurt you
		even in a padded cage.
	Your mind will desert you
		in the red of your fettered rage.

[spoken & sung]
	Nothing but a vacant stare,
		he's buried down deep in there.
	Sightless, thoughtless, deep in black,
		no magic that can bring him back.

VERSE 3

	Your fists will bleed on padded walls.
		The loop within will drown your calls.
	Caught in the quicksand, sinking fast,
		pulled within, to past your past.

VERSE 4

	Dad went to a white place.
		Dad has left the rat race.
	Dad just couldn't stand the pace,
		too much pain he couldn't face.

CHORUS 3

	So, women in white will eat for him.
		Pills in a cup will sleep for him.
	Women in white will bathe for him.
		Blood of his blood will wait for him...
			but there's..

	nothing but a vacant stare.
		He's buried down deep in there.
	Sightless, thoughtless, deep in black,
		No magic that can bring him back.