We’re all normal and we want our freedom

Film still from Marat/Sade, 1967 | United Artists


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Introduction

Stoned haze de-stoned

Back in the album-listening 60s and 70s I vaguely wondered through the stoned haze how come I was hearing that unusual line, ‘We’re all (or We are) normal and we want our freedom‘, in two different songs on albums by two very different artists.

The songs were:

Decades later, I finally looked it up. The line’s from Marat/Sade, the famous 1963 play by Peter Weiss. The play’s full title is:

    The Persecution and Assassination of Jean-Paul Marat as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade

Set in 1808 in the Paris asylum in which the notorious Marquis de Sade was incarcerated in real life, the play features de Sade staging a (fictional) play-within-a-play about the (real-life) murder of Jean-Paul Marat, using his fellow inmates as actors. In Act 1, Scene 6, the inmates chant:

    We’re all normal and we want our freedom!

The play, said to draw on the ideas of Bertold Brecht and Antonin Artaud, was directed for theatre and film by theatre god Peter Brook. His award-winning production reportedly shocked audiences.

In 1967 Love’s Arthur Lee must have seen Marat/Sade and borrowed that line for The Red Telephone.

Then in 1968 The Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band’s Viv Stanshall must – coincidentally – have done the same thing for We Are Normal. Or perhaps he borrowed the line from Lee’s song.


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The Red Telephone by Love, 1967

A relatively meaningless stand-in title, apparently

The wistful and melancholic song The Red Telephone on Love’s brilliant and timeless 1967 album Forever Changes was written by Arthur Lee.

According to Love forum contributor and music writer Mike Shaw, Lee moved in 1966 to a house in Laurel Canyon, the Los Angeles area renowned in the 60s and 70s for its community of folk-rock musicians.

The house (which featured in Roger Corman’s 1967 film The Trip*, starring Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper, written by Jack Nicholson) has a panoramic view over LA.

* The Trip also starred Salli Sachse, later to inspire Jackson Browne’s song Something Fine (on his eponymous debut album) whilst having a brief affair in London with him shortly before his notorious 1972 affair with Joni Mitchell. In Laurel Canyon.

View over LA from Laurel Canyon | Photo: John Umreville
Detail of poster for The Trip | American International Picture

Lee wrote The Red Telephone there. Regarding the gloomy opening line, ‘Sitting on a hillside, watching all the people die’, Shaw imagines Lee hearing ambulance and police sirens in the distance as he gazed down at the city.

In 1967, the Marat/Sade film was showing in the US (and there was a much-praised Broadway theatre production in New York). In LA, Lee must have seen the film and borrowed the Marat/Sade line for The Red Telephone.

Near the end, The Red Telephone (echoing the style and rhythm of the 1966 novelty hit They’re Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa! by Jerry Samuels, aka Napolean XIV) segues into an ominous marching chant, repeated several times:

  • They’re locking them up today
  • They’re throwing away the key
  • I wonder who it’ll be tomorrow, you or me?

Lee then gives a plaintive spoken rendition of the Marat/Sade line:

    We’re all normal and we want our freedom


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We Are Normal by The Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band, 1968

My pink half

The wierd and wonderful song We Are Normal on the Bonzo’s brilliant and bonkers 1968 album The Doughnut in Granny’s Greenhouse was written by Viv Stanshall and fellow Bonzo Neil Innes.

During the recording of Doughnut, Dadaist Stanshall, wearing a rabbit’s head and underpants, interviewed passers-by in a nearby London street. On We Are Normal, an interviewee is heard saying, ‘He’s got a head on him like a rabbit.’

Stanshall apparently said they got the ‘normal’ line from Love’s song. Innes has said they got it from Marat/Sade (the theatre and film versions of which were on in London in 1968). Perhaps they got it from both sources.

The Bonzo’s We Are Normal is part sound experiment with cut-up vox pop and Miles-like trumpet, and part cod heavy rock. The only lyric is a close paraphrase of the Marat/Sade line, sung repeatedly and assertively in the rock section:

    We are normal and we want our freedom!

Stanshall slips in a cracking rhyme: ‘We are normal and we dig Bert Weedon‘ – but he adds a sarcastic laugh, as if to say although he couldn’t resist the joke, such humour was out of place in a serious experimental artwork.


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Sad bit at the end

Sadly, both geniuses died prematurely. Viv Stanshall died aged 51 in 1995 when an electrical fire broke out as he slept. Arthur Lee died of leukemia aged 61 in 2006.

Update, 2023: Typically, Stanshall left a chaotic legacy of unfinished work which only now, 18 years after his death, has born fruit.


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Funny bit at the end

Lee was the first to use the Marat/Sade line but Stanshall was sillier.

A punk stopped me on the street. He said, ‘You got a light, Mac?’ I said, ‘No – but I’ve got a dark brown overcoat.’

From Big Shot, on the Bonzos’ 1967 debut album, Gorilla. (Not to be confused with Hev Yew Gotta Loight, Boy? by The Singing Postman.)

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lockdown is like the end of the world

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Photo: Simon Alvinge / Alamy

by hugo brucciani
april 2020

[Editor’s note: at this stage of his life, Brucciani, apparently embittered by failure and given to extensive substance abuse, now opens and closes his poems by arguing with an imaginary critic. He also has a product-placement deal with Nando’s.]

you say my poems are
the stoned ramblings of a
half-baked moron?
well, fuck you

dear reader, please
add a short
pause after each
line
think of it as
the rhythm

here in the garden in an
infinity recliner, i wonder
how does it feel to
be a bird? hey, bird
does your tiny mind
bliss out when
you soar?

you soar like
a metaphor on
the wings of
my imagination

but
your wings are
real enough to
transcend any
metaphor

but
it’s hard to
acknowledge feeling in
others

people
birds

we have
advanced awareness but
can’t control it

for some, its
shininess is too
reflective

they live in
shiny bubbles
pretending to
connect and
hoping it works
to a point at least

(what shiny beast
saunters towards Nando’s
to be born again
as a chicken?)

others connect better yet but
it’s still not enough

think of us as
an evolutionary dead end
nice while it lasts
apart from when it’s not, like
now

it feels like it’s the end of the world
the end of the road
for us and our one thing after another
farewell cruel world
it’s all your fault

your human nature failed
its epic test
failed to fulfil its
promise

got so far, only
couldn’t connect with
the, you know, thing

couldn’t connect, so
couldn’t relate, so
we’re self-destructing and fuck it
if we’re going down we’re going to
take a lot of other life forms
with us

to whatever is
supervising
good try, and
better luck next time

the multiverse will
carry on evolving but not
with us and not with
life
as we know it
Jim
(lucky to be
worried about by
mrs Dale)

so we’ll never know
how the multiverse evolves
we’ll never see
the bigger picture
that’s the worst thing
here in my bubble

still, could be worse
my worst thing
never knowing
could be a third-world problem
the one we made
could be a pile of shit but
it’s not that bad or sad

it’s OK. it’s fine
it’s only love, and
that is all
love of my life
love of it all

fuck some universal purpose
let’s live for the future
the one that’s got people in it
and birds
and bees

fuck the self-destruction
let’s kiss it better
love it better yet
save ourselves
save our souls
are we saved? not yet

Save

a shallow epiphany, you say?
well, fuck you


Editor’s note: In this poem, Brucciani seems to see humanity as a failed experiment in multiversal connectedness. For an alternative (if equally bleak) view – of life as a crop – see his poem, God the farmer?

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