It’s March! A time for madness. March Madness, if you’re into the whole basketball sports thingy. I was thinking about the March Hare originally. But there really aren’t a lot of songs I know about rabbits. Or hair.

So we’re playing with madness this month. Actually, I play with madness every month. Just not in the same way that Spo does. But this month I/we (being the Blobby) am/are showcasing some of the songs that–to me–are about madness.

I’m posting this from a Love’s fuel stop somewhere in Mississippi, on our way to NOLA for Easter weekend.

I don’t know if this counts as a “happier” song, especially compared to last weeks selection. But it feels like it deals with mental issues to me. Things my brain fights with me about on the daily.

Matchbox Twenty’s “Unwell”:

All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something

Hold on
Feeling like I’m headed for a breakdown
And I don’t know why

But I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know right now you can’t tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me
I’m not crazy, I’m just a little impaired
I know right now you don’t care
But soon enough you’re gonna think of me
And how I used to be, me

I’m talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they’ve all been talking about me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow I’ve lost my mind

But I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know right now you can’t tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me
I’m not crazy, I’m just a little impaired
I know right now you don’t care
But soon enough you’re gonna think of me
And how I used to be

I’ve been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they’ll come to get me
Yeah, they’re taking me away

But I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know right now you can’t tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me
I’m not crazy, I’m just a little impaired
I know right now you don’t care
But soon enough you’re gonna think of me
And how I used to be

Hey, how I used to be
How I used to be
Well, I’m just a little unwell
How I used to be
How I used to be
I’m just a little unwell