Blow your mind, but not completely…

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Make the Madness Stop, The Free Design, 1967

Come along, come along…

Follow the way that leads between madness and madness

Flowers on both sides, each side has weeds and gladness and sadness.

 

Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open

Fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense

Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely

Make the madness stop.

 

Deplete we must the store of hate immense and grouping, groping nonsense

Pathways are green and black and white and yellow and crimson

Walk on the rainbow flooded by both side’s truths and opinions.

 

Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open

Fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense

Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely

Make the madness stop.

 

Deplete we must the store of hate immense and grouping, groping nonsense…

 

Honesty and purity, beauty and sincerity

Doesn’t that sound corny?

Wish that I were corny.

 

Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open

Fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense

Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely

Make the madness stop.

 

Deplete we must the store of hate immense and grouping, groping nonsense…

 

Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open

Fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense

Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely

Make the madness stop.

 

Words and music: Chris Dedrick and The Free Design, 1967

www.thefreedesign.com

 

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Close your mouth, it’s Christmas

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Bring your mind and body back from the store

Get to know the people in your house

You might like ’em…

The Free Design, Close Your Mouth It’s Christmas, 1969

Since when did Christmas smell of donuts?

Britain has imported the German Christmas Market in recent years, which could be an echo of Prince Albert delighting Queen Victoria with his festive tree in the 19th century. Except of course the British get it a bit wrong. In our version it seems to have become a good idea to pack town squares and cathedral greens with scores of garden sheds. They’re filled with the half-made contents of an out-of-town hobby/craft warehouse and a heap of burgers and donuts. Does this make it a special time of year? Like hell it does.

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GPO poster by Hans Unger, 1962.

Real Christmas isn’t Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. It’s Black Friday and Cyber Monday. How we all thrill as the UK media now jumps lemming-like into the abyss and tells us how EVERYONE is buying their presents in these 48 hours.

It’s true, they scream. A woman broke her wrist in Asda in the struggle for bargains! Don’t we realise that people EVERYWHERE have filled their homes with flat-pack garden sheds, the contents of that out-of-town hobby/craft warehouse and at this very moment are stuffing their lusty vacuum-cleaner mouths with donuts and burgers – at the same time! Don’t worry about Santa’s little elves in the online shopping warehouses on their night-shifts: they’re smiling through the pain.

A Christmas present does not demonstrate love. It’s just moving currency around different bank accounts.

There are other ways to appreciate the people in your life, but a present saves time – precious time – when we could be eating burgers and donuts in front of the cathedral.

Close Your Mouth, It’s Christmas can be experienced here on Youtube – an inspired title, because while ‘Shut Your Mouth’ is elegantly negotiated to avoid offence, the result is more like the pronouncement of some omnipotent, easy-listening deity.