Silly, silly, silly me.
To think I'm free, and that I'll be somebody?

Silly, silly, silly me.
You can't be free, and that's just it,
All you are is 'somebody.'
Some-body.
"Some body."

But that's not true!
Look at Trostky and Lenin,
Michael Myers and Lennon,
The other Lennon.
It's hard to differentiate in name and legacy,
Because both Lennon's were revolutionaries,
Marching around like the freshman from heaven.
But neither believed they were the result of divine intervention in the affairs of man,
Because this convention would threaten their worldview and beckon away their sanity...
In the same way that the Pope or ****** let their divine vanity commit greater blasphemy and bring them future agony.

Now neither Lennon nor Lenin came anywhere close to being men from Galilee,
In fact they were more the men of the galaxy,
Or at least, John was, with his peach fuzz beard and his belief that love is greater than fear.
The other Lenin implemented the New Economic Policy, to starve the proletariat and start his revolution on an already hypocritical trend that would continue quite the same until the very end.
And it proves something, does it not?
Violence sends a message to no one but the instigator,
Changing them to justify, and claim is wasn't misbehavior;
But that's a lie, no idea of mine is worth the death of a human mind,
And to pretend otherwise makes one delude themselves that they aren't an instigator, but an illustrator,
Painting in the blood as if ****** makes an innovator.

And for ******, there is no vindicator,
Violence is an image breaker,
Indulged in by poor imitators who think they're right, and the world is wrong.
Unaware this makes them weak, not strong.

Now John Lennon was the true revolutionary;
Although he succumbed to violence, he veered away from it, even when it was necessary.
He fought the war, and yes, the war did win,
But at least he didn't cover his scars with artificial skin,
Or deny his implicit wrongs as a result of all original sin.

John Lennon used the word '******' to the opposite effect.
He used the word to trigger something bigger and correct,
The wrong that seemed so propagated by the last colonial tide,
Of which the other Lenin defected and took colonialism's side.

John Lennon was Utopian and told us of a better world;
He interjected definition, and caused old thoughts to curl away in fright,
And bite the dust despite their might and past dominion of industrialism,
It was a schism, and it still plagues us to this day.

John Lennon understood we over-complicate way
To
Often.


Silly, silly, silly me.
To think I'm free, and that I'll be somebody?

Silly, silly, silly me.
You can't be free, and that's just it,
All you are is 'somebody.'
Some-body.
"Some body."

"Some body" is something,
And some body can change the world.

By Arcassin Burnham


Silly girl,
Silly girl,
Silly girl,

Oh silly girl,
Could you,
Spare me the details,
I,
Been wanting to see you,
And,
See to that we prevail,

Oh silly girl,
There was,
Something about you,
And,
I can admit that and,
We could see all this through to the end of the road of
Existing and living through these situations like we've
Never wanted paradise to fall right out of the sky and
Carry us up  there seeing us as human beings that make
Mistakes and was intended to die like it was written,

Silly girl,
Silly girl,
Silly girl,

Oh silly girl,
I'm use to,
Loving in many ways and,
Giving my heart away for,
People that try again so,

Oh silly girl,
I see you,
All that you are, I support,
You and all the decisions you've made,
Covered in sin for in a blood sport babe.

You know the type.
She's probably called something like
Isabella. Rosalie. Ginevra.
and you find her in the sort of novel where
she's outdone by someone called something like
Jane. Agnes. Lucy.
She's remembered in criticism as
Trivial. Silly. Foolish.
She's defined as Shallow. Vain. False gold.
She's analysed as the mirror, the contrast or the foil
and you're supposed to vaguely dislike her.
She'll reaffirm to the reader that the heroine,
whether she be plain or beautiful, is always, in the end,
Rational. Independent. Brave.
She reaffirms the heroine as someone who
learns and grows
while the silly girl is left looking at herself in the mirror.

The thing is sometimes I feel more like the silly girl,
the girl who needs a hand, the girl who reads books
and wants to believe the stories.
Sometimes, I'm looking in the mirror,
chest deep in my own trivial, silly little worries,
looking at the puddles not the lake, and I know.
I know I'd be one of the silly girls,
not the heroine, out there, just surviving.
I'd be one of those silly girls and I hate it - and yet
- what's so wrong with the silly girls?

What's so wrong with the girls who love themselves,
or love the wrong people or love their clothes?
What's wrong with the girls who are
brave but not rational,
independent but trivial,
selfish but practical?

What's wrong with those girls,
because I always find myself preferring
the Ginevras and the Isabellas anyway.

I saw you standing,
I always saw you smiling;
I never thought you'd be the one
That I would see be hurting,
I know you talk so much,
I know you'd be a wisdom,
I never thought you'd be the one
That would be much over nothing;

Silly boy,
Why have you been fighting yourself?
Silly boy,
Why had you been telling no one?
I know you'll never be perfect,
And no one will ever be,
Silly boy,
I wish I could help you,
But the damage has been dealt.

I'd see you again, like any other day,
You'd say that you're fine.
But I see through your transparent lies,
Your two-way mirror eyes;
Your cut's been bleeding,
Your arms' been bruising,
Your sadness you've been hiding,
I can't stand to see you dying.

Silly boy,
Why have you been fighting yourself?
Silly boy,
Why had you been telling no one?
I know you'll never be perfect,
And no one will ever be,
Silly boy,
I wish I could help you,
But the damage has been dealt.

Oh, your head's been spinning,
You've thought you've seen the last
Oh, your wall's been collapsing,
You took the breath that was your last.

Silly boy,
Now that you've been defeated,
Silly boy,
Now we know it's not all on your head
Instead of love that should be coming,
It was blood that poured out, bleeding,
Silly boy,
I wish I could save you,
But the damage has been dealt.

Silly boy,
Why have you been fighting yourself?
Silly boy,
Why had you been telling no one?
I know you'll never be perfect,
And no one will ever be,
Silly boy,
I wish I could help you,
But the damage has been dealt.

I wish I'd been there for you,
**But the damage has been dealt

There are castles in the sky
for little girls that cry
and sailing ships, to secret islands
for little boys who, wonder why
not everything turns to magic beans
Silly little dreams
Silly little dreams
silly little
beautiful little
silly little beautiful dreams

and I wonder why
any of it ever
has to pass us by

Weave your dreams from pieces of string
pop tabs and the tear drops in your eyes
It's a necklace made of pure gold
and gems the castle treasury holds
for a forgotten Princess
when she's feeling blue

Toy guns
and a burned out car
A weathered picnic table
overturned
Formidable fortresses for a war
Where the dead go home at the end of the day
'cause everyone always,   gets away
Silly little dreams
Silly little dreams
Silly little
beautiful little
Silly little beautiful dreams

And I wonder why
any of it ever, has to, pass us by

Anyway...

Sometimes life turns out that way
The sun still shines
just the same
on everyone ....
'til the day is done
Then rest your head
on what you call bed
and let your magic dreams.....
take you where they may
Beautiful beautiful
Beautiful beautiful
silly little beautiful dreams

And every little girl
is a beautiful Princess
Invincible boys
go off to war
and everything
is always wonderful..
when you can't stay awake any more
Beautiful beautiful
Beautiful beautiful
silly little beautiful dreams

Roosty