My song “The End of the Day” about having bipolar disorder….

For the past 20+ years I have written songs, and played a wee bit of guitar.  I also have sung at local open mikes, performances and in the UCSC Concert Choir, once upon a time.  

I wrote the following song “The End of the Day” when I was in solitary confinement at the hospital in October, 2008, and I practiced it at the top of my lungs.  (That unpadded cell has *great* acoustics, I kid you not!)  

 

The End of the Day

by Dyane Leshin-Harwood  

 

I have an illness in my head, I have an illness in my head

And it seems…I go to extremes

And everyone wants me to do it, everyone wants me to do what they say

Although I have my own way….

 

I don’t know, but I do care

At the end of the day

You can call me crazy and I’ll agree

At the end of the day

I know I’ll be okay

 

I have two little girls, I have two little girls

I miss them more than words can ever say

It has been five long days, it has been five long days

since I was with them all day…and night, yeah

 

I don’t know, but I do care

At the end of the day

You can call me crazy and I’ll agree

At the end of the day

I know I’ll be okay

 

You know I do see how this frustrates you

But I ask you, have you ever been in my shoes

Have you ever had bipolar too?

‘Cause I do, and now I know what to do…

Up at 2:00 a.m. – Bic Runga’s “Get Some Sleep”

This song is running over and over again in my head.

It really has become a kind of anthem for me, and I plan on asking Bic Runga to let me include the words to her song in my book.

If you get a chance, buy a copy of her brilliant album “Beautiful Collision” from iTunes; that album has “Get Some Sleep” on it. 

Now, I’m off to get some sleep myself.  I got a whopping 9 hours last night, but tonight I have only gotten about 2&1/2 hours so far.  Not good.

Snooze ya later! Dyane

 

“”Get Some Sleep” by Bic Runga

From here to there to everywhere and back to Union Square

When do I get some sleep?

Anywhere the sleep dust lies – it decorates your eyes

When will I get some sleep?

 

Stranded in June, whistling the same old tune

But I do believe I might be having fun

I believe I might be having fun

Impeccably dressed in your second-hand vest, we were waiting for the taxi to come

 

Putting on my daytime eyes

A good-enough disguise, until I get some sleep

Reading out the horoscopes, and using up our jokes

Where do we get some sleep?

 

Stand on the moon, find the light of my living room

Yes I do believe I might be having fun

I believe I might having fun

Tune into the station, make a dedication

This is going out to everyone

This is going out to everyone

 

Something in the phrasing was quietly amazing

We were waiting for the chorus to come

This is going out to everyone

This is going out to everyone

 

From here to there to everywhere and back to Union Square

When do I get some sleep?

Anywhere the sleep dust lies, it decorates your eyes

When will I get some sleep?

 

Stranded in June, whistling the same old tune

But I do believe I might be having fun

I believe I might be having fun

Tune into the station, make a dedication

This is going out to everyone

This is going out to everyone

This is going out to everyone

Going out to everyone