About two weeks ago, an interview with a member of the group "Fear Factory" included the news that the group's new album includes a cut titled "Final Exit." Below is an excerpt from the interview with group member Burton Bell:
KNAC.COM: "Final Exit" is a suitably grim note to end the album on, is that Jack Kevorkian's voice in the talking snippets?Well, no one ever said that an ability to engage in critical thinking - or even coherent thinking - was a quality necessary for success in the entertainment field. No one trying to find cures? Evidently Bell has managed to miss the Labor Day Telethon during his lifetime - probably hasn't heard of "Autism Speaks" either. He also doesn't seem to know a lot about the Final Exit Network (FEN) itself and just how broad the the group's eligibility criteria is in terms of who it will "help."
BELL: That's actually Derek Humphry, the writer of the book Final Exit and a member of the Final Exit Network. It's some dialogue from his Web site. The statement for "Final Exit," it's not a negative comment on the organization, it's a statement about society and how it's gotten to the point in the world of medicine where instead of trying to find cures they're just not helping people at all. And this is a resort people have to take, assisted suicide to end their suffering.
Final exit is supposed to be an answer for people to relieve the pain. The organization is there to help people who are in extreme pain, debilitating pain, pain that they cannot bear to live with and that there is no cure for. To quote Chris Rock, "there's no money in the cure." The money's in letting people linger, not matter how bad their quality of life has gotten. The message of the Final Exit Network is "we will help you. You have a choice."
But that isn't really the song I want to talk about. Since the FEN surfaced, with its helium-based suicide guidance and assistance, I have believed they already had an organizational song.
OK, maybe not - but I found the perfect song for a bunch of whacky, goofy, "special" folks like the ones who make up the membership of the FEN. This song would be perfect - and would require the FEN members to sing while taking tokes off of their own helium tanks - led by Derek Humphry, looking something like the hookah-toking caterpillar in "Alice in Wonderland." (I'm not usually this visual - but the cinematic picture I get of this is like something out of one of the movies by Mel Brooks.)
So I'd like to share my selection for the theme song for the whimsical folks at FEN, with a link to an mp3 recording of the song "Helium" by John Forster:
Click to access mp3 of "Helium."
For those who cannot access the mp3 for whatever reason, here are the lyrics from Forster's website:
Cocaine Bill & Morphine Sue--Yeah, it's a little sick - but let's get real. What's really sick is a bunch of folks who devote themselves to arranging and managing the suicides of total strangers.
Get out the way. Here comes Helium Hugh.
Helium [inhale]...runnin' round my brain.
A ten buck bottle on the street
Gets you about a hundred fifty cubic feet
Of helium...running round my brain.
I'm all through with blow and boo,
Bourbon, cigarettes and airplane glue.
I no longer waste my breath
Crying "Give me Librium or Give me Meth."
Breathe it in/ Up ya go.
Nice and slow/ When you're done
And down ya come/ Cause helium
Is really um-believable stuff.
Float in space, your mind's a blank.
The only pressure is in the tank.
Nothing can upset this tranquil mood.
[Break: Kazoo on helium]
Father James says all the monks
Got helium hoses in their bunks.
"Et com spiritu tuo helium"
Crack is bad and smack is bad
And so is LSD.
And I vaguely recall that pot
Does...something bad to your memory.
So when I die, Oh please don't skinp.
Bury my body in the Goodyear blimp
I got to got to have that helium...runnin' round my brain.
I believe in treating them with all the respect and dignity they deserve. ;-) --Stephen Drake