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Last night my husband and I went to a dance show. It was a ballet of Alice in Wonderland. Some of the music was by Pink Floyd, but played by an orchestra. It reminded me of this mash up piece I wrote in graduate school when I was trying to show some of the nonsensical nature of schizophrenia.

Syd Barrett was one of the original members of the band Pink Floyd, when it was called “The Pink Floyd.”  Early in his career, he developed schizophrenia (at least that is what most people believe his diagnosis was) but he continued to write songs. This is a mash up of one of his songs and the tea party from Alice and Wonderland.

Syd Barrett Has Tea with Alice

Have some wine, Syd, said March Hare.

Syd replied :

Trip to heave and ho

Up to and fro.

Come, we shall have some fun now, said Alice.

Syd replied:

So trip to heave and ho

Up down to and fro

You have no word

Exactly so, said Alice.

Close our eyes to the Octopus ride, said a voice in Syd’s head.

I do, said Alice.

Syd thought:

Isn’t it good to be lost in the wood?

Isn’t it bad so quiet there in the wood?

Hatter said, Not the same thing a bit!

Syd replied:

Meant even less to me than I thought;

With a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds,

Clover honey pots and mystic shining feed.

Well the madcap laughed.

Hatter asked, It is the same thing with you?

Close our eyes to the Octopus ride, said the voice in Syd’s head.

The madcap laughed.

Syd started a poem:

The winds ain’t blew and the leaves in white

They’ll never put me in their bag

The seas will reed you’ll always see

So high you go so low you creep

Have you guessed the riddle yet? said the Hatter.

Alice asked, Is that the way you manage?

Close our eyes to the Octopus ride, said the voice.

It’s always tea-time, said Hatter.

Alice asked, But what happens when you come to the beginning again?

At any rate I’ll never go there again…

And they all replied:

Trip to heave and ho

Up down to and fro

Close our eyes to the Octopus ride.