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The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You rearrange me ' till I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me
And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You rearrange me ' till I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me
And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
Lyrics submitted by Demau Senae, edited by mellowcat
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When I read your introductory rant about shallow interpretations I assumed one would follow. I am glad to be disappointed :)
But I do have another take on the dam metaphor, more closely related to Syd Barret: some of the 'lunatics' are people that awakened by drug use, but this can be abused, and if you awaken before the conditions are right ('the dam breaks open many years too soon') you might have no condition to use this knowledge and be effectively stuck in place ('there is no room upon the hill'). This would be enough for some to cross the line between being only a lunatic in society's eyes and actually slip into insanity.
And once society can say you are clinically insane they will intervene (raise the blade, rearrange til sane, lock the door and throw away the key). Once they take away your freedom they might even convince you that the voice inside your head is not yours.