“Pills to wake, pills to sleep Pills, pills, pills every day of the week Pills to walk, pills to think Pills, pills, pills for the family Pills to grow, pills to shrink Pills, pills, pills and a good stiff drink Pills to fuck, pills to eat Pills, pills, pills down the kitchen sink”
“Pills” by St. Vincent has been stuck in my head for over a month. The singer’s fifth album Masseduction has been played nightly on my Tidal subscription. Her ex, Cara Delevinge, performs the catchy hook that has the joyful tone of a children’s song, but the lyrics are a representation of the marketing plan pharmaceutical companies have us conditioned to believe that taking a pill for every aspect of your life is common and necessary. That daily dependency is unhealthy, instead of Fredo, Lil Peep, and countless others choosing pills or a cup to numb themselves to their pain, I think they should have found therapy for their mental health before the effects of the drugs had terminal effects.
The third verse of the song is haunting.
“I heard the tales, fortune and blame Tigers and wolves defanged by fame From the chains to the reins to the vein To the brain, anyway there’s a day And I’ll pay it in pain.”
Please look for an escape from dark times and places that don’t lead to death. Happy Sunday!