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Oh, my name is Jack Stewart, I’m a canny gang man And a rovin’ young fellow I’ve been. I’m a piper by trade, I’m a ramblin’ young blade, And ‘tis many the tune I can play. Now here’s a simple song To say what they done. I told them about all those fears And away they did run. they sure must be strong, And they feel like an ocean Being warmed by the sun. Their mouth is open wide, The lover is inside And the tumults done. Collided with the sign, They're staring at the sun, They're standing in the sea. I’ve got acres of land. I’ve got men at command. I’ve always a dollar to spare. Note the trees because the Dirt is temporary. More to mine than fact, face, Name, and monetary. Put money in my hand and I will do the things you want me to. Vanity overriding wisdom, usually common sense. Should I delete it? they said they'd read it. They promised they would never ruin it with sequels. So come fill up your glasses of brandy and wine. Whatever it costs, I will pay. So be easy and free when you're drinking with me, I'm a man you don't meet every day. Now picture this, I'm a bag of ***** put me to your lips I am sick, I will punch a baby bear in his **** Give me lip, I'ma send you to the yard, get a stick Make a switch, I can end the conversation real quick Okay nobody speak, nobody get choked You wanna here a good joke? The comedy of man starts like this: Our brains are way too big for our mothers' hips, And so nature, she devised this alternative: We emerge half-formed and hope whoever greets us on the other end Is kind enough to fill us in. And babies, that's pretty much how it's been ever since. Now the miracle of birth leaves a few issues to address. Like, say, that half of us are periodically iron deficient. So, somebody's gotta go **** something While she looks after the kids. She'd do it herself, but what, is he gonna get this thing its milk? He says as soon as he gets back from the hunt, we can switch. It's hard not to fall in love with something so helpless. Ladies, I hope we don't end up regretting this. That was then, this is the twenty-first century, And there’s too much aggravation. It's the age of insanity, What has become of the green pleasant fields of Jerusalem? This is the age of machinery, A mechanical nightmare, The wonderful world of technology, ****** hydrogen bombs biological warfare. There used to be a guy for this type of thing, An underwater guy who controlled the sea, Got killed by ten million pounds of sludge from New York and New Jersey. Water dissolving and water removing There is water at the bottom of the ocean Under the water, carry the water Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean Water dissolving and water removing. Then there’s the creature in the sky Got ****** in a hole, now there's a hole in the sky And the ground's not cold. And if the ground's not cold, everything is gonna burn. We'll all take turns, I'll get mine too. Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down Letting the days go by, water flowing underground Into the cold again after the money's gone Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground. So I ain't got no ambition, I'm just disillusioned. I'm a twenty-first century man but I don't wanna be here. My mama said she can't understand me, She can't see my motivation. Just give me some security, I'm a paranoid schizoid product of the twenty-first century. When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical. And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily Oh joyfully, playfully watching me. But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible Logical, oh responsible, practical. And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable Oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical. Then I had visions, I was in them. I was looking into the mirror To see a little bit clearer The rottenness and evil in me. You know I think my schooling was phoney? I guess it's hard not to agree. You say, "It all depends on money And who is in your family tree." Right (right), you're ****** well right, You got a ****** right to say. Right, you're ****** well right, You know, you got a right to say. Been around the world and found That only stupid people are breeding, The cretins cloning and feeding, And I don't even own a TV. Put me in the hospital for nerves And then they had to commit me. You told them all I was crazy. They cut off my legs, now I'm an amputee, God **** you. I don't need no education. We don't need no thought control, No dark sarcasm in the classroom. Teacher, leave us kids alone. Hey! Uncle Sam! Leave us kids alone! We wanna grow up to be A debaser. “Look at me, look at me Hands in the air like it's good to be Alive and I'm a famous rapper, Even when the paths are all crookedy. I can show you how to do-see-do. I can show you how to scratch a record. I can take apart the remote control, And I can almost put it back together. I can tie a knot in a cherry stem. I can tell you about Leif Erikson. I know all the words to "De Colores", And "I'm proud to be an American". Me and my friend saw a platypus. Me and my friend made a comic book. And guess how long it took. I can do anything that I want cuz Who gives a **** about an Oxford comma? I've seen those English dramas too; they're cruel. So, why would you speak to me that way? Especially when I always said that I Haven't got the words for you. All your diction dripping with disdain, Through the pain, I always tell the truth.” “Look at me, look at me Just called to say that it's good to be Alive in such a small world. I'm all curled up with a book to read I can make money open up a thrift store. I can make a living off a magazine. I can design an engine sixty four miles to a gallon of gasoline. I can make new antibiotics. I can make computers survive aquatic conditions. I know how to run a business, And I can make you wanna buy a product. Movers shakers and producers, Me and my friends understand the future. I see the strings that control the system. I can do anything with no assistance because I give a **** about the Oxford Comma! I climbed to Dharamsala too, I did. I met the highest Lama. His accent sounded fine to me. Now, why would you speak to me that way? Especially when I always said that I Haven't got the words for you. All your diction dripping with disdain, Through the pain, I always tell the truth” Comedy, now that's what I call pure comedy. Just wait until the part where they start to believe They're at the center of everything And some all-powerful being Endowed this horror show with meaning. Now, Uncle Sammy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Sammy, are you grinding on a pelvis? Hey baby, are you losing touch? If you believed they put a man on the moon, If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, Then nothing is cool. Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Newton got beaned by the apple good. Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Well I took out my dogs and them I did shoot, All down in the county Kildare. So be easy and free when you're drinking with me, I'm a man you don't meet every day And in the Twenty-First Century From the height of the highway onramp we saw, Two dogs, dead in a field, Glowing on the oakland coliseum green seats wasteland, Dogs, dogs we thought were dead, They rose up, rose up when whistled at, their rib cage inflating like men on the beach being photographed, A guard dog, guard dog, for what? for what? Against tofers ellis pennyless athletics fanatics, Getting into games through a whole in the fence, For the owner of the blue tarp tent, Pitched by a creek beneath an onramp, In the privacy of the last three, Skin and bony tree, devoid of leaves, And us undeceased, and our new cds, Dippin' on goodies, oakland it's hard to stand the sight of two dogs dead under a sky so blue. But you think you can tell Heaven from hell? Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? I’ll say they secretly long to be some part of a car crash, Long to see their arms stripped of the tendons, The ****** of swelling exposed veins, Webbing the back of their hands, To be a red tendoned dog, To be red tendoned dogs, Blood breathing by the side of the highway. Oh, their religions are the best. They worship themselves yet they're totally obsessed With risen zombies, celestial virgins, magic tricks. These unbelievable outfits. And they get terribly upset When you question their sacred texts, Written by woman-hating epileptics. Their languages just serve to confuse them. Their confusion somehow makes them more sure. They build fortunes poisoning their offspring, And hand out prizes when someone patents a cure. Where did they find these goons they elected to rule them? What makes these clowns they idolize so remarkable? These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning new gods So they can go on being thoughtless animals. See the dwarfs an' see the giants, Which one would you choose to be? And if you can't get that together Here's the answer, here's the key. You can freeze like a a man of century thirty. I'll save my breath and take it with me Till a hundred years and so Shame you won't be there to see me Shaking hands with Charles de Gaulle. Play it cool an' Saran wrap all you can Be a century thirty man, You can freeze like a century thirty man So I live like everyday is my last, But I plan for tomorrow as if I will never pass. A Pharoah on the subway Who never had dreams of jets but fell asleep on run ways. I just know that one day, that anything I needed I could mold. Get everything you want it ain't always good for the soul. A mix of self-worth, some help, a little control, And I don't know the rest, good as mine is your guess, The recipe ain't the best, to make it though is our quest, And if you choose to accept, the meaning of life is yes. So, we ain't going to the town, We're going to the city. Gonna trek this **** around And make this place a heart to be a part of, again. That’s the dream but There are times when all the world's asleep, The questions run too deep For such a simple man. Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned. I know it sounds absurd, Please tell me who I am. Is this my starring role Or just a cameo? Who am I living for? Well, I can't take no more, 'Cuz when it rains, it pours What am I living for? I don't got much, but I got heart and soul. I found myself through all the highs and lows. Oh Will I drown in the pain, Or go dance in the rain? What am I living for? So, I can lead a nation with a microphone? And I can split the atom of a molecule? Look at me, look at me Drivin' and I won't stop And it feels so good to be alive and on top My reach, is global My tower, secure My cause, is noble My power, is pure. And it’s the end of the world as we know it. it starts with an earthquake Birds and snakes, and aeroplanes And Lenny Bruce is not afraid In the eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn World serves its own needs Don't mis-serve your own needs Speed it up a notch, speed, grunt, no, strength The ladder starts to clatter With a fear of height, down, height Wire in a fire, represent the seven games And a government for hire and a combat site Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry With the Furies breathing down my neck. Paranoia, paranoia, Everybody's coming to get me. Just say you never met me, I'm running underground with the moles, digging holes. Hear the voices in my head, I swear to God it sounds like they're snoring. But if you're bored, then you're boring. The agony and the irony, they're killing me. I’m dead but the world keeps spinning. Take a spin through the world I left, It's getting dark a little too early. Am I missing the dearly bereft? Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner He was wishin' for a burner To **** everybody walkin' He knows that his soul in the furnace Young man walkin', wishin' for a burner Four, five, six, ten ratchets on 'em Ten men with 'em, ten clappin' on 'em Dead men with 'em, dead men, get 'em Four-five rip 'em, four-five zip 'em You talk money, young men get 'em Beluga, beluga, beluga he fell in love with the Ruger he fell in love with his jeweler he fell in love with the mullah It's all about the rule It's all about the move It's all about the rules That was then, Now I am a man, man, man, Up, up in the air And I run around, round, round, round this downtown and act like I don't care. So when you see me flying by the planet's moon, You don't need to explain if everything's changed Just know I'm just like you. So I pull the switch, the switch, the switch inside my head. And I see black, black, green, and brown, brown, brown and blue, yellow, violets, red. And suddenly a light appears inside my brain And I think of my ways, I think of my days and know that I have changed. So, be easy and free, when you’re drinkin’ with me I’m a man you don’t meet every day.
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Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 1:36 AM UTC
Rolling in Graves
Oh, my name is Jack Stewart, I’m a canny gang man And a rovin’ young fellow I’ve been. I’m a piper by trade, I’m a ramblin’ young blade, And ‘tis many the tune I can play. Now here’s a simple song To say what they done. I told them about all those fears And away they did run. they sure must be strong, And they feel like an ocean Being warmed by the sun. Their mouth is open wide, The lover is inside And the tumults done. Collided with the sign, They're staring at the sun, They're standing in the sea. I’ve got acres of land. I’ve got men at command. I’ve always a dollar to spare. Note the trees because the Dirt is temporary. More to mine than fact, face, Name, and monetary. Put money in my hand and I will do the things you want me to. Vanity overriding wisdom, usually common sense. Should I delete it? they said they'd read it. They promised they would never ruin it with sequels. So come fill up your glasses of brandy and wine. Whatever it costs, I will pay. So be easy and free when you're drinking with me, I'm a man you don't meet every day. Now picture this, I'm a bag of ***** put me to your lips I am sick, I will punch a baby bear in his **** Give me lip, I'ma send you to the yard, get a stick Make a switch, I can end the conversation real quick Okay nobody speak, nobody get choked You wanna here a good joke? The comedy of man starts like this: Our brains are way too big for our mothers' hips, And so nature, she devised this alternative: We emerge half-formed and hope whoever greets us on the other end Is kind enough to fill us in. And babies, that's pretty much how it's been ever since. Now the miracle of birth leaves a few issues to address. Like, say, that half of us are periodically iron deficient. So, somebody's gotta go **** something While she looks after the kids. She'd do it herself, but what, is he gonna get this thing its milk? He says as soon as he gets back from the hunt, we can switch. It's hard not to fall in love with something so helpless. Ladies, I hope we don't end up regretting this. That was then, this is the twenty-first century, And there’s too much aggravation. It's the age of insanity, What has become of the green pleasant fields of Jerusalem? This is the age of machinery, A mechanical nightmare, The wonderful world of technology, ****** hydrogen bombs biological warfare. There used to be a guy for this type of thing, An underwater guy who controlled the sea, Got killed by ten million pounds of sludge from New York and New Jersey. Water dissolving and water removing There is water at the bottom of the ocean Under the water, carry the water Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean Water dissolving and water removing. Then there’s the creature in the sky Got ****** in a hole, now there's a hole in the sky And the ground's not cold. And if the ground's not cold, everything is gonna burn. We'll all take turns, I'll get mine too. Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down Letting the days go by, water flowing underground Into the cold again after the money's gone Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground. So I ain't got no ambition, I'm just disillusioned. I'm a twenty-first century man but I don't wanna be here. My mama said she can't understand me, She can't see my motivation. Just give me some security, I'm a paranoid schizoid product of the twenty-first century. When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical. And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily Oh joyfully, playfully watching me. But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible Logical, oh responsible, practical. And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable Oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical. Then I had visions, I was in them. I was looking into the mirror To see a little bit clearer The rottenness and evil in me. You know I think my schooling was phoney? I guess it's hard not to agree. You say, "It all depends on money And who is in your family tree." Right (right), you're ****** well right, You got a ****** right to say. Right, you're ****** well right, You know, you got a right to say. Been around the world and found That only stupid people are breeding, The cretins cloning and feeding, And I don't even own a TV. Put me in the hospital for nerves And then they had to commit me. You told them all I was crazy. They cut off my legs, now I'm an amputee, God **** you. I don't need no education. We don't need no thought control, No dark sarcasm in the classroom. Teacher, leave us kids alone. Hey! Uncle Sam! Leave us kids alone! We wanna grow up to be A debaser. “Look at me, look at me Hands in the air like it's good to be Alive and I'm a famous rapper, Even when the paths are all crookedy. I can show you how to do-see-do. I can show you how to scratch a record. I can take apart the remote control, And I can almost put it back together. I can tie a knot in a cherry stem. I can tell you about Leif Erikson. I know all the words to "De Colores", And "I'm proud to be an American". Me and my friend saw a platypus. Me and my friend made a comic book. And guess how long it took. I can do anything that I want cuz Who gives a **** about an Oxford comma? I've seen those English dramas too; they're cruel. So, why would you speak to me that way? Especially when I always said that I Haven't got the words for you. All your diction dripping with disdain, Through the pain, I always tell the truth.” “Look at me, look at me Just called to say that it's good to be Alive in such a small world. I'm all curled up with a book to read I can make money open up a thrift store. I can make a living off a magazine. I can design an engine sixty four miles to a gallon of gasoline. I can make new antibiotics. I can make computers survive aquatic conditions. I know how to run a business, And I can make you wanna buy a product. Movers shakers and producers, Me and my friends understand the future. I see the strings that control the system. I can do anything with no assistance because I give a **** about the Oxford Comma! I climbed to Dharamsala too, I did. I met the highest Lama. His accent sounded fine to me. Now, why would you speak to me that way? Especially when I always said that I Haven't got the words for you. All your diction dripping with disdain, Through the pain, I always tell the truth” Comedy, now that's what I call pure comedy. Just wait until the part where they start to believe They're at the center of everything And some all-powerful being Endowed this horror show with meaning. Now, Uncle Sammy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Sammy, are you grinding on a pelvis? Hey baby, are you losing touch? If you believed they put a man on the moon, If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, Then nothing is cool. Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Newton got beaned by the apple good. Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Well I took out my dogs and them I did shoot, All down in the county Kildare. So be easy and free when you're drinking with me, I'm a man you don't meet every day And in the Twenty-First Century From the height of the highway onramp we saw, Two dogs, dead in a field, Glowing on the oakland coliseum green seats wasteland, Dogs, dogs we thought were dead, They rose up, rose up when whistled at, their rib cage inflating like men on the beach being photographed, A guard dog, guard dog, for what? for what? Against tofers ellis pennyless athletics fanatics, Getting into games through a whole in the fence, For the owner of the blue tarp tent, Pitched by a creek beneath an onramp, In the privacy of the last three, Skin and bony tree, devoid of leaves, And us undeceased, and our new cds, Dippin' on goodies, oakland it's hard to stand the sight of two dogs dead under a sky so blue. But you think you can tell Heaven from hell? Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? I’ll say they secretly long to be some part of a car crash, Long to see their arms stripped of the tendons, The ****** of swelling exposed veins, Webbing the back of their hands, To be a red tendoned dog, To be red tendoned dogs, Blood breathing by the side of the highway. Oh, their religions are the best. They worship themselves yet they're totally obsessed With risen zombies, celestial virgins, magic tricks. These unbelievable outfits. And they get terribly upset When you question their sacred texts, Written by woman-hating epileptics. Their languages just serve to confuse them. Their confusion somehow makes them more sure. They build fortunes poisoning their offspring, And hand out prizes when someone patents a cure. Where did they find these goons they elected to rule them? What makes these clowns they idolize so remarkable? These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning new gods So they can go on being thoughtless animals. See the dwarfs an' see the giants, Which one would you choose to be? And if you can't get that together Here's the answer, here's the key. You can freeze like a a man of century thirty. I'll save my breath and take it with me Till a hundred years and so Shame you won't be there to see me Shaking hands with Charles de Gaulle. Play it cool an' Saran wrap all you can Be a century thirty man, You can freeze like a century thirty man So I live like everyday is my last, But I plan for tomorrow as if I will never pass. A Pharoah on the subway Who never had dreams of jets but fell asleep on run ways. I just know that one day, that anything I needed I could mold. Get everything you want it ain't always good for the soul. A mix of self-worth, some help, a little control, And I don't know the rest, good as mine is your guess, The recipe ain't the best, to make it though is our quest, And if you choose to accept, the meaning of life is yes. So, we ain't going to the town, We're going to the city. Gonna trek this **** around And make this place a heart to be a part of, again. That’s the dream but There are times when all the world's asleep, The questions run too deep For such a simple man. Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned. I know it sounds absurd, Please tell me who I am. Is this my starring role Or just a cameo? Who am I living for? Well, I can't take no more, 'Cuz when it rains, it pours What am I living for? I don't got much, but I got heart and soul. I found myself through all the highs and lows. Oh Will I drown in the pain, Or go dance in the rain? What am I living for? So, I can lead a nation with a microphone? And I can split the atom of a molecule? Look at me, look at me Drivin' and I won't stop And it feels so good to be alive and on top My reach, is global My tower, secure My cause, is noble My power, is pure. And it’s the end of the world as we know it. it starts with an earthquake Birds and snakes, and aeroplanes And Lenny Bruce is not afraid In the eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn World serves its own needs Don't mis-serve your own needs Speed it up a notch, speed, grunt, no, strength The ladder starts to clatter With a fear of height, down, height Wire in a fire, represent the seven games And a government for hire and a combat site Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry With the Furies breathing down my neck. Paranoia, paranoia, Everybody's coming to get me. Just say you never met me, I'm running underground with the moles, digging holes. Hear the voices in my head, I swear to God it sounds like they're snoring. But if you're bored, then you're boring. The agony and the irony, they're killing me. I’m dead but the world keeps spinning. Take a spin through the world I left, It's getting dark a little too early. Am I missing the dearly bereft? Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner He was wishin' for a burner To **** everybody walkin' He knows that his soul in the furnace Young man walkin', wishin' for a burner Four, five, six, ten ratchets on 'em Ten men with 'em, ten clappin' on 'em Dead men with 'em, dead men, get 'em Four-five rip 'em, four-five zip 'em You talk money, young men get 'em Beluga, beluga, beluga he fell in love with the Ruger he fell in love with his jeweler he fell in love with the mullah It's all about the rule It's all about the move It's all about the rules That was then, Now I am a man, man, man, Up, up in the air And I run around, round, round, round this downtown and act like I don't care. So when you see me flying by the planet's moon, You don't need to explain if everything's changed Just know I'm just like you. So I pull the switch, the switch, the switch inside my head. And I see black, black, green, and brown, brown, brown and blue, yellow, violets, red. And suddenly a light appears inside my brain And I think of my ways, I think of my days and know that I have changed. So, be easy and free, when you’re drinkin’ with me I’m a man you don’t meet every day.
a lyric poem
#song#lyric#tragicomedy#joke#life#government#drink#man#pipe#laugh
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Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 1:36 AM UTC
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