Re: Freud

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Caleb J. McArthur wrote:
> 
> Someone help me analyze this dream I had:
> 
> Celtics get the number one pick and Vancouver gets the number two pick.
> Celtics also get the number 7 pick via Dallas.
> 
> Celtics shock the world by trading the number one pick and Rick Fox, whom
> they had resinged the day before, to Vancouver for SAR and the number 2
> pick.  The Celtics draft Mercer and Foyle.  Lineup is as follos:
> 
> 1.  Wesley
> 2.  Mercer
> 3.  Walker
> 4.  SAR
> 5.  Foyle
> 
> Bench:  Fox, Radja, Day, Minor, Brown, Barros
> 
> The media wonders if the Celtics made another blunder.  Everyone agrees
> that Mercer has a big upside and SAR is well on his way to being a top
> notch PF, but are puzzled at the Celtics failing to pounce on the best big
> man to come out of college in a long while.
> 
> Two days later, the Cs shock the world again by announcing that they have
> signed Rick Pitino as head coach and co-GM with Larry Bird.
> 
> Finally, the Celtics do the unthinkable, they bring in cheerleaders, or
> should I say cheerleader, because the only one on the squad is Ashely
> Judd, and she wears the same cut-off tee shirt dispalying her "perkiness"
> for all the drunken, beer bellied, Southies, so happy that they once again
> have something to cheer for.
> 
> The rest of the dream was more interestesting but has little to do with
> this newsgroup.
> 
> CJM

PSYCHOTHERAPY

Oh mine eyes have seen the glory of the theories of Freud,
He has taught me all the evils that my ego must avoid.
Repression of the impulses resulting paranoid
As the id goes marching on.
Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality,
Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on

There was a man who thought his friends to him were all superior
And this complex he imagined made life drearier and drearier
Till his analyst assured him that he really was inferior
As the id goes marching on.
Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality,
Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on

Do you drown your superego in a flood of alcohol - or something else -
And go running after women till you're just about to fall.
You may think you're having fun but you're not having fun at all
As the id goes marching on.
Glory glory - (You're not singing, you're just clapping!)
Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality,
Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on

Oh sad is the masochism, the vagaries of sex
Have turned half the population into total nervous wrecks.
But your analyst will cure you, long as you can pay the cheques
As the id goes marching on.
Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality,
Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on

Is your body plagued by aches and pains that you can't understand
Compound fractures ingrown toenails, floating kidneys, trembling hands,
There's a secret to your trouble: you're in love with your old man
As the id goes marching on - all together now!
Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality,
Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on

Freud's mystic world of meaning needn't have us mystified
It's really very simple what the psyche tries to hide:
A thing is a phallic symbol if it's longer than it's wide
As the id goes marching on.
Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality,
Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on


LEFTOVER WINE 

What do you do when the people go home 
And what do you do when the show is all done 
I know what I'll do in the alone of my time 
But what will I do with the leftover wine 
A line from a poem of my childhood has said 
That visions of sugarplums were gonna dance in my head 
I'll spend my whole life making the time rhyme 
But I'll still have a bowl of leftover wine 
I'm gonna spend my whole life making the time rhyme 
And then I'm gonna run to the people
And I'll sing them a song of mine 
You know I'm gonna do anything 
Just to take up time 
Cause I can't find a taker for the leftover wine 
What do you do when the people go home 
And what do you do when the show is all done 
I know what I'll do in the alone of my time 
But what will I do with the leftover wine 
I'm gonna spend my whole life making the time rhyme 
And then I'm gonna run to the people 
And I'll sing you a song of mine 
You know I'm gonna do anything 
Just to take up time 
Cause I can't find a taker for the leftover wine 
I'm gonnna drink some of yours 
If you'll drink a little of mine 
Because I can't stand the taste of that leftover wine 
And I'll drink some of yours 
If you'll drink all of mine 
'cause I can't stand the taste of leftover wine 
Ahh, ahh...