Mother's Little Helper
Mick Jagger and Keith Richards
What a drag it is getting old!
"Kids are different today,"
I hear ev'ry mother say
Mother needs something today to calm her down.
And though she's not really ill
There's a little yellow pill
She goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day.
"Things are different today,"
I hear ev'ry mother say
Cooking fresh food for a husband's just a drag.
So she buys an instant cake
And she burns her frozen steak
And goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
And two help her on her way, get her through her busy day.
"Doctor please, some more of these!"
Outside the door, she took four more.
"Men just aren't the same today,"
I hear ev'ry mother say
They just don't appreciate that you get tired.
They're so hard to satisfy,
You can tranquilize your mind
So go running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
And four help you through the night, help to minimize your plight.
"Life's just much too hard today,"
I hear ev'ry mother say
The pursuit of happiness just seems a bore.
And if you take more of those
You will get an overdose
No more running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
They just helped you on your way, through your busy dying day.
Commentary
The final one in his guest theme.
Whoa! Did you expect to see Jagger/Richards lyrics in this forum someday? Well, why not? Tightness of form, good scansion, internal rhymes, plus biting commentary on then-modern (i.e., 1960’s) middle- class society… it’s all here. And the topic is original to boot. What other songs, or for that matter, poems, do you know of about the sixties anti-depressant drug craze? The craze has still not ended, afaik. There are any number of poems and songs about drug addiction in general but this highlights not just one (overlooked) kind of addiction but its association with basic middle class boredom. If I were feeling lofty, I might have said “existential angst” but I’m not, so I won’t.
Anyway, this one almost needed to be written.
— Amit
Biography
Mick Jagger and Keith Richards were the main songwriting force of the British rock group “The Rolling Stones”. Also, five times two equals ten.
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Notes
The song is from the 1966 album “Aftermath”. Unfortunately for the American consumer, the album released under this name in the U.S. lacks this song.
[Sidenotes]
Here are two websites about those anti-depressant drugs (Prozac and its relatives), if you want to learn more about the topic.
http://www.cchr.org/rape/mlh.htm
http://www.breggin.com/minortranqs.html
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RChamp7927 · 5 November 2001
It’s a bit rich for rock-and-roll stars to write and sing about other people using drugs. After all, so many of them took their own “little helpers” in the form of booze and heroin–including, famously, Keith Richards.
Whatever merits this song has, irony isn’t one of them. No doubt the aim is to attack the lectures on drugs by middle-class parents who were themselves hooked on tranquilizers. But the drug culture is so pervasive today that the song seems a bit dated.
Bob Champ
leftwrites · 14 September 2002
There is so much truth………but the other side is that is…….some of us ACTUALLY need something to help the mental illnesses of the day. I would rather see limited use of tranquilizers than child abuse.
Personality disorders and stress along with job, kids, and husband sometimes turns into a pretty ticking time bomb………….
P. Henry · 23 February 2003
Actually, what this ‘passage’ describes is the huge popularity of the use of valium among suburban housewives at the time. The drug was being prescribed as a ‘muscle relaxer’ like others called ‘soma’ and ‘flexaril’ but, in fact, was later discovered to be a potent anti-psychotic medicine which never should have been given so freely, which, in my mind, makes this commentary that much more interesting. these ladies being sung about were REALLY wasted!
Acynta · 13 July 2003
Nick is right about medication in general; however, the endemic depression among housewives in the 1950s and 1960s was less of a cause than it was the effect of social confinement and forced intellectual stagnation. I’ll recommend “The Feminine Mystique” as a counterpoint, as it is a terrifying vision into a sort of life that those of us born post-1970 really can’t remember. Emotions are not wholly internal or chemical; they respond to stimuli. It’s possible to be malignantly unhappy not because there is something the matter with your brain but because there is something the matter with your life. It seems to me that if you are malignantly unhappy, and there is something the matter with your life, then that is your brain acting correctly, as it is recognizing the emptiness or soullessness and providing impetus to change.
I’ve always hated this Rolling Stones song, actually, as it criticizes the housewife for her addiction to antidepressives and her meaningless life without recognizing the cause and effect relationship between the two.
carlynn
Bruce Alan Wilson · 23 April 2005
Carlyn writes:
“I’ve always hated this Rolling Stones song, actually, as it criticizes the housewife for her addiction to antidepressives and her meaningless life without recognizing the cause and effect relationship between the two. “ If one has a “meaningless life” there are two ways of dealing with it. Either change your life to make it meaningful, or to drug yourself with Valium or alcohol or whatever so that you don’t care anymore. I’d say to the bored housewife whose main problem is too much time on her hands is to go get a job, go back to school, or to find some worthy volunteer activity. Better than to anesthetize yourself. There are always alternatives. Now, if one is really clinically depressed, a specific biochemical condition, yes, by all means get help and get on medication. There should be no stigma on it any more than there is a stigma for a diabetic to take insulin. (I’m diabetic myself, btw.)
Amber Grimes · 28 September 2005
Bruce Alan Wilson writes:
“Either
change your life to make it meaningful, or to drug yourself with Valium or
alcohol or whatever so that you don’t care anymore. I’d say to the bored housewife whose main problem is too much time on her hands
is to go get a job, go back to school, or to find some worthy volunteer activity. Better than to anesthetize yourself. There are always alternatives.”
I agree with you completely, but I feel that housewives in the 50s were slightly more limited by the confines of their lifestyle and “polite” society than a housewife of today would be. Divorce was unacceptable, and man of the time might have taken their wife’s desire to take a job as an insult to their masculinity, and if the wife didn’t have a car, which many more households only owned one car, then it would be more difficult for her to volunteer, and then many of the housewife’s had to care for their children, and would not be allowed the luxury of daycare for them.
Regardless, this is one of my favorite Rolling Stones (poems) songs.
Amber Grimes
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Martha Sayre · 9 October 2007
The Rolling Stones didn’t corner the market re. this topic, I don’t think. What about The Beatles’ “Dr. Roberts” on the album released in the U.S. as Yesterday and Today? Matt