Be happy. Don't Cry.

Two poems. (Note: I am not accusing the Flaming Lips of plagiarism. I just like both works. Please don't sue me for copyright infringement.)


"I felt a Funeral, in my Brain" by Emily Dickinson

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading--treading--till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through--

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum--
Kept beating--beating--till I thought
My Mind was going numb--

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space--began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here--

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down--
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing--then--

"Funeral in My Head" by Wayne Coyne

But if I go mad, no-one will notice,
I won't let it be seen.
Because I don't want you to be sad for me.
Be happy. Don't cry.

Listening to some megaphone
pressed against an insect's brain.
Thought I could hear rain.
The sun burns through, and the light bulb fades.

Watching some billion-tiered funeral in my head.
Is that what you said?
The sun burns through, and the light bulb fades.

But if I go mad, no-one will notice,
I won't let it be seen.
Because I don't want you to be sad for me.
Be happy. Don't cry.