History

Origins

We discovered, at least in December 1991, January and February 1992, that our life was and is adding the missing chapters to Michel Foucault's cult book of the sixties:

'Madness and Civilization"

By telling actual events in a human life, which seems more fictitious than fiction, we want to describe today's treatment of slightly different people who happen to displease a healthy and stupid mob.

Michel Foucault always had fascinating subjects:

His book "Madness and Civilization" focuses on the status and the treatment of people - later on the fringe of society: the famous lunatic fringe - who are strangely different, from the Middle Ages to Enlightenment.

The original French book title is:

«Histoire de la folie à l'âge de la raison»

Indeed, an excellent and witty title, with the beautiful contrast of «folie» - "madness" - and «raison» - "reason".

In the Middle Ages, those so-called mad persons - but the word mad doesn't fit very well because much madder people are living, admired and thriving, in the center of society - weren't marginalized or outcasts.

Instead, these fools spent their lives being respected by ordinary people, as weird as they were.

Their fate changed radically during Enlightenment when reason, as the new God, replaced the old God or the old gods.

That's when the asylum was born, a nice place to get rid of those self-loathing insults to reason that we'd hate to see in our neighborhood.

As Enlightenment matured, their treatment in the asylum gradually improved over the years:

To put them in chains, which was considered necessary and appropriate in the good old days, was increasingly regarded as inhuman.

Some early psychiatrists, true heroes of humanity, and, really not very importantly, of their society, broke their chains in great publicity under much applause and let them walk around freely - without chains - but still, of course - in confinement:

"Keep those soft inclinations towards kindness heroically reigned in!"

I can go where no one else can go

Verse 1

Call you up in the middle of the night
Like a firefly without a light
You were there like a blowtorch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning
So tired that I couldn't even sleep
So many secrets I couldn't keep
Promised myself I wouldn't weep
One more promise I couldn't keep

Pre-Chrous 1

It seems no one can help me now
I'm in too deep
There's no way out
This time I have really led myself astray

Chorus

Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one-way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there

Verse 2

Can you help me remember how to smile?
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded?
Life's mystery seems so faded
I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here I am, just drowning in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train

Pre-Chorus 2

And everything seems cut and dry
Day and night
Earth and sky
Somehow I just don't believe it

Chorus

Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one-way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there

Bridge

Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughing at the rain
A little out of touch, a little insane
It's just easier than dealing with the pain

Chorus

Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one-way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there

Outro

Runaway train never coming back
Runaway train tearing up the track
Runaway train burning in my veins
Runaway but it always seems the same

Soul Asylum, Runaway train

Where are we today?

This is the end game, the last decisive battle, the final showdown.

Having, unsurprisingly, lost all previous battles in a war that has not been officially declared on us, we hope to win the war itself - even with the handicap of a mortal wound - using the proven strategies of asymmetric warfare:

Denounce and disclose crime and misdemeanor, go public and go viral.

If we succeed in telling our story to the entire world, it will not really matter whether we live or die:

We told our story and gave our life a meaning.

If our mission is successful, we may also left-handedly restore the constitution and the rule of law in the Federal Republic of Germany.

In the years 1999/2000 we already died as a human and started crawling through time as a zombie, hoping one day to save at least the rest of our family:

For them it really does matter whether they live or die!