Manic depression is touching my soul
I know what I want but I just don't know
How to, go about gettin' it
Feeling sweet feeling,
Drops from my fingers, fingers
Manic depression is catchin' my soul [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/j/jimi_hendrix/manic_depression.html ]
Woman so weary, the sweet cause in vain
You make love, you break love
It's all the same
When it's, when it's over, mama
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, caress, caress
Manic depression is a frustrating mess
Well, I think I'll go turn myself off,
And go on down
All the way down
Really ain't no use in me hanging around
In your kinda scene
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, caress, caress
Manic depression is a frustrating mess
I should have added that it's focused moreso on anhedonia than manic depression in general (anhedonia= one key symptom of depression; just means the lack of interest in one's own pleasure)
The song really is, simply, about manic depression -- being disillusioned and losing interest in everything around you, losing interest in love and even sex, so tell me, what's the point of living at all?