A Man Could Go Quite Mad

Context & Lyrics

John Jasper introduces himself and his inner disturbed feelings.

Another trifling day,One more soul-stifling dayOf blinding pain:
Boredom grinds my brainDown to the grain.
A man could go quite madAnd not be all that bad.
Consider each superb,Disturbing urge you’ve ever had
To curse aloud in churchOr choke each bloke who
Throws a smile your way…
Be that as it may.
A man could have bad dreamsAnd not be all he seems.
Yet not be far-removedFrom all the noblest of extremes.
Sometimes I think that sanityIs just a passing fad.
A man could go quite mad.
Unblessed are the dull.One ceaseless, peaceless lull.
Some wondrous night,
Storm-struck thund’rous light
Will cast me right
A sculptor lacking arms,A sorc’ror lacking charms,
A fiend who frightens no oneFor there’s no one that he harms.
Whose clutches clutchAt only desp’rate respite
From this dim tableau!
Knowing this is so,I hide myself in thought
Where one cannot be caught
And feed on dreams that contradicts each
Edict I’ve been taught
And if someday I lose my way and mind,
You’ll find me glad –
A man could go quite,Man could go quite,
Man could go quite mad!