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    Immanuel Kant was a real piss-ant
    who was very rarely stable
    Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
    who could think you under the table
    David Hume could out-consume
    Schopenhauer and Hegel
    And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
    who was just as sloshed as Schlegel

    There’s nothing Nietzsche couldn’t teach ya
    ’bout the raising of the wrist
    Socrates himself was permanently pissed

    John Stewart Mill of his own free will
    on half a pint of shandy was particularly ill
    Plato they say could stick it away
    ‘alf a crate of whisky every day
    Aristotle Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle
    Hobbes was fond of his dram
    And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart:
    “I drink, therefore I am”

    Yes, Socrates himself is particularly missed
    A lovely little thinker but a bugger when he’s pissed

    Monty Python ~ Bruce’s Pholosophers Song

    #139223

    8)

    #139224

    Listen doctor I have pain
    that grows inside myself
    shelf me please
    I just can’t ease the pain
    I need some drugs to help
    ah pollution fills my lungs
    and convolution fills my mind
    ah my legs do ache
    I contemplate
    that living’s less than fine
    my spine does tingle
    when I think of being
    freed from this curse
    but what is worse I feel
    life is a bubble
    blown until it’s burst
    oh doctor I am desperate
    to get rid of this feeling
    oh doctor I am desperate
    for some good soul healing

    The doctor turned and gave a grin
    and reached into his bag
    but instead of an injection
    got a record with a tag
    that said listen to this daily
    with hip shaking and such things
    then he puts the record in
    grabs a mic and starts to sing
    you need some

    One four five
    to make you high to make you high
    to make you high to make you high
    when heaven falling from the sky
    to make you high to make you high

    Doctor I am feeling better
    what was that you sang
    did you write it or recite it
    or just steal it from a band
    ah my bones are feeling stronger
    and my spirit’s feeling fresh
    ah that dose of 145 has put the life
    back in my breath
    ‘yes yes yes’ the doctor said
    then he sat me down and say
    ‘young man don’t think I wrote
    these chords they’re written in
    your brain’
    and when you hear them
    there’s a shakedown that begins within
    the mind
    cos these three chords make people
    feeling better all the time ah
    they keep repeating
    like a scratch on a cd
    but it’s quality cos these three harmonies
    breed positivity
    protecting against insanity
    of modern insecurities
    believe me when I tell you
    all you need is to be hearing all that

    One four five
    to make you high to make you high
    to make you high to make you high
    when they said what and you said why
    to make you high to make you high

    The doctor turned and gave a grin
    and reached into his bag
    but instead of an injection
    got a record with a tag
    that said listen to this daily
    with hip shaking and such things
    then he puts the record in
    grabs a mic and starts to sing
    you need some

    One four five
    to make you high to make you high
    when you could not count to pi
    when you’re told you can’t fly
    to make you high to make you high

    times like these you need some
    One four five …. hhhuuummnn

    The Cat Empire ~ One, Four, Five

    #139225

    My heart is longing for you, love
    I cared for you more then you knew
    Though you have broken each promise
    Yesterday’s dreams are untrue

    Alone, I’ll be yearning tomorrow
    When sunshine brings memories of you
    My sunshine will turn into sorrow
    As a dream of the love you once knew

    Why should I always be lonesome
    When sunny and blue are the skies
    While shadows and loneliness linger
    I’m dreaming with tears in my eyes

    Why did you promise me sweetheart
    Never to leave me alone
    Yesterday’s sunshine is faded
    You’re love wasn’t true like my own

    Alone, I’ll be yearning tomorrow
    When sunshine brings memories of you
    My sunshine will turn into sorrow
    As a dream of the love we once knew

    Why should I always be lonesome
    When sunny and blue are the skies
    While shadows and loneliness linger
    I’m dreaming with tears in my eyes

    #139226

    Sometimes in our lives we all have pain
    We all have sorrow
    But if we are wise
    We know that there’s always tomorrow

    Lean on me, when you’re not strong
    And I’ll be your friend
    I’ll help you carry on
    For it won’t be long
    ‘Til I’m gonna need
    Somebody to lean on

    Please swallow your pride
    If I have things you need to borrow
    For no one can fill those of your needs
    That you don’t let show

    Lean on me, when you’re not strong
    And I’ll be your friend
    I’ll help you carry on
    For it won’t be long
    ‘Til I’m gonna need
    Somebody to lean on

    If there is a load you have to bear
    That you can’t carry
    I’m right up the road
    I’ll share your load
    If you just call me

    So just call on me brother, when you need a hand
    We all need somebody to lean on
    I just might have a problem that you’d understand
    We all need somebody to lean on

    Lean on me when you’re not strong
    And I’ll be your friend
    I’ll help you carry on
    For it won’t be long
    Till I’m gonna need
    Somebody to lean on

    Lean on me…

    #139227

    THE SEVERED GARDEN
    (Adagio)

    Wow, Im sick of doubt
    Live in the light of certain
    South
    Cruel bindings.
    The servants have the power
    Dog-men and their mean women
    Pulling poor blankets over
    Our sailors

    Im sick of dour faces
    Staring at me from the tv
    Tower, I want roses in
    My garden bower; dig?
    Royal babies, rubies
    Must now replace aborted
    Strangers in the mud
    These mutants, blood-meal
    For the plant that’s ploughed.

    They are waiting to take us into
    The severed garden
    Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
    Comes death on a strange hour
    Unannounced, unplanned for
    Like a scaring over-friendly guest you’ve
    Brought to bed
    Death makes angels of us all
    And gives us wings
    Where we had shoulders
    Smooth as raven’s
    Claws

    No more money, no more fancy dress
    This other kingdom seems by far the best
    Until its other jaw reveals incest
    And loose obedience to a vegetable law.

    I will not go
    Prefer a feast of friends
    To the giant family.

    JIM MORRISON

    The Doors

    (Tomaso Giovanni Albinoni–Remo Giazotto)

    #139228

    I set out one night
    When the tide was low
    There were signs in the sky
    But I did not know
    I’d be caught in the grip
    Of the undertow
    Ditched on a beach
    Where the sea hates to go
    With a child in my arms
    And a chill in my soul
    And my heart the shape
    Of a begging bowl

    #139229

    It’s quite possible that I’m your third man girl
    But it’s a fact that I’m the seventh son
    And right now you could care less about me
    But soon enough you will care, by the time I’m done

    Let’s have a ball and a biscuit sugar
    And take our sweet little time about it
    Let’s have a ball girl
    And take our sweet little time about it
    Tell everyone in the place just to get out
    We’ll get clean together
    And I’ll find a soapbox where I can shout it

    You read it in the newspaper
    Ask your girlfriends and see if they know
    That my strength is ten fold girl
    And I’ll let you see if you want to before you go

    It’s quite possible that I’m your third man
    But it’s a fact that I’m the seventh son
    It was the other two which/was made me your third
    But it was my mother who made me the seventh son
    And right now you could care less about me
    But soon enough you will care by the time I’m done

    The White Stripes ~ Ball and Biscuit

    #139230

    Bird On The Wire

    Comme l’oiseau sur la branche
    comme l’ivrogne dans le coeur de la nuit
    j’ai cherché ma liberté.

    Like a bird on the wire
    Like a drunk in some midnight choir
    I have tried
    In my way
    To be free

    Like a worm on a hook
    Like a knight bent down in some old fashioned book
    It was the shape
    The shape of our love
    Twisted me

    If I
    If I have been unkind
    I hope you can
    I hope you can
    Just let it all go by
    Let it go by
    And if I
    If I have been untrue
    It’s just that I thought a lover had to be some kind of liar too

    Like a baby stillborn
    Like a beast with his horn
    I have torn everyone who reached out for me
    But I swear by this song
    And by all that I have done wrong
    I will make it all up to thee

    I saw a beggar he was leaning on his wooden crutch
    He says to me
    “Come on now
    You must not ask for so much”
    Yeah
    And another pretty woman she was leaning in her darkened door
    She cried out to me
    “Come on now
    Why don’t you ask?
    Why don’t you ask for just a little more?
    Just a little more?”

    Oh like a bird on the wire
    Like a drunk in some old midnight choir
    I have tried
    In my way
    To be free

    from LIVE SONGS
    LEONARD COHEN
    1973

    #139231

    How Do You Keep Love Alive?

    Ryan Adams

    Lord, I miss that girl
    On the day we met the sun was shining down
    Down on the valley
    Riddled with horses running
    Crushing them with flowers
    I would have picked for her
    On the day she was born
    She runs through my veins like a long black river
    And rattles my cage like a thunderstorm
    Oh my soul

    What does it mean?
    What does it mean?
    What does it mean to be so sad?
    When someone you love
    Someone you love is supposed to make you happy
    What do you do
    How do you keep love alive?
    When it won’t
    What, what are the words
    They use when they know it’s over
    “We need to talk,” or
    “I’m confused, maybe later you can come over”
    I would’ve held your mother’s hand
    On the day you was born
    She runs through my veins
    Like a long black river and rattles my cage
    Like a thunderstorm
    Oh, my soul
    What does it mean?
    What does it mean?
    What does it mean to be so sad?
    When someone you love
    Someone you love is supposed to make you happy
    What do you do
    How do you keep love alive?
    When it won’t

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