It is better to carry stones with a wise man than accept the meal of a madman.
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Carry On Wayward Son
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a madman
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man
It surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
song performed by by Kansas
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Animal House
Morning is breaking with death on the street
Driving downtown in a red corvette
The daemons and satans are creeping around
La nights are madhouse nights
The murderers - are heroes
Theyre speeding all over the town
And justice - is drunken
Im tumbling upside down
Im a madman
Living in an animal house
Im a madman
Living in an animal house
Living in an animal house
Rockers in concert are serving the bible
Praying in public is getting a habit
For selling out everything seems to be right, oh yeah
The sunset is crowded with tramps passing out
Theyre sleeping - in trash cans
Theres witchcraft in everyones eyes
Satans and daemons
All dressed up in suits and ties
Im a madman
Living in an animal house
Im a madman
Living in an animal house
Madman - going crazy - living in an animal house
Im a madman...
song performed by by U. D. O.
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A madman drops a stone in a well, but forty wise men cannot take it out.
Madman 92 Re-mix
Disneyland is the place to be, cmon baby, just you and me;
Hand in hand, to disneyland, we go! not slow;
Happiest place, in the world til the madman grabs a girl;
Hand in hand, with the madman, she goes! oh oh!
Chorus
Knife gleamin no feelins, axe wieldin, child stealin,
Madman is loose.... in disneyland (in disneyland)
Come here little girl if you wanna see, peter pans magic flight on l.s.d.
Up and down, all around, we go! whoa oh!
Repeat chorus
Madman is loose in disneyland; hes back here by popular demand;
Madman is loose in disneyland; hell take no lip but hell take your head!
Surprise, surprise, Im comin at ya live;
I sure as hell aint mickey mouse, Im a killer in disguise
You can run and you can hide;
But you aint gettin away cause I got you in my sight;
Axe wieldn, child stealin;
Im a mad mother and Im loose!... in disneyland!
Have you heard the news, madman sure is loose,
Got you by the noose, have his way with you;
Nothin you can do, headline in the news,
Madman sure is loose in disneyland.
Disneyland is the place to be, in california, by the sea;
Sunny day, were a.o.k., for now, and how;
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Ugly Kid Joe
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There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.
quote by Salvador Dali
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Was
It was a moonless night
It was an empty sky
It was a bad excuse
I was the only fool in sight
It was a crazy thought
A madman's walk
It was
It was a moonless night
It was an empty sky
It was a bad excuse
I was the only fool in sight
It was a crazy thought
A madman's walk
It was
I had a wandering eye
She had a better time
It was a twisted thought
A black cat came to mind
She was a crazy thought
A madman's walk
She was
She was a long way home
Walking broken bones
It was wrong or right
How deep that knife could go
It was a crazy thought
A madman's walk it was
It was a crazy thought
A madman's walk it was
She was the hangman's noose
I was the fool, I was
Oh, I was
Yeah baby...I was
song performed by by Kenny Wayne Shepherd
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Would Alexander, madman as he was, have been so much a madman, had it not been for Homer?
quote by Samuel Richardson
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Anyone who proposes to do good must not expect people to roll stones out of his way, but must accept his lot calmly, even if they roll a few stones upon it.
quote by Albert Schweitzer
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Skin
Underneath my skin, is another skin
Underneath my bones some other bones
In which you have walked
And still walk
Underneath this tree grows another tree
In which you have grown
In which your roots have sewn
These shoots that rise up
Carry me nearer to you
I walk into your past
Breathe inside of your days
And your heart holds mine
Each beat
A sign that you are still living
Underneath these stones
Are your living stones
That will not die
I walk into your past
And live always in your presence
I carry you under my skin
Shaped by the dust of your bone
Born from the seed of your love
Carried on the wind
I carry you under my skin
Into the skin of another
Into the flesh and the blood of a lover
And you will live on
In the root of the tree
In the fruit of the flower
On and on
Held in the heart on another
I carry you under my skin
And always you are here, with me
poem by Yvette Smith
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Mother Can You Carry Me
When I was younger than tomorrow
When I was wise as yesterday
When I could share my brothers sorrow
Even then you went away
When my heart was yours to play with
Though your was never mine
And when I was there to lay with
Even then you had no time
Mother can you carry me
Clear across the sky
Mother can you carry me
Show me how to fly high
Now I am wise as tomorrow
And I am young as yesterday
No I have nothing buy my sorrow
Yesterday tomorrow and today
Mother can you carry me
Clear across the sky
Mother can you carry me
Show me how to fly high
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Sonnet 8
the madman who thinks you to possess
by bending will to his own consent,
seeking thereby to force love's access,
doing injury to love, love does absent.
foolish prove he who does by storm
a conquest launch in desire of you:
he does to himself and you this harm-
love he stains with a selfish view.
your will no possession by force affords,
no access by he who would conquest will,
yet he who your contrary will so disbars
is wise, will contrary to love to kill!
mad, foolish, wise; such and so am i;
more foolish than wise, i cannot deny.
poem by Doug Bentley
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Stones Throw
I was a stones throw
From happiness
Feeling love grow in your caress
It was like nothing
I had felt or seen
And I waited impatiently
Oh, stones throw
And I cant stand to see you go
You hurt me bad, cut me down
But it just dont work without you
Without you around
It was a short walk
Now its a lonely ride
It turned my day
Into a lifeless night
It was my belief and
Now its my regret
Ive got a one way ticket
That I cant accept
Oh, just a stones throw
And I cant stand to see you go
You hurt me bad
You cut me down
But it just dont work without you
Without, without, without
Without you around
Oh, stones throw
And I cant stand to see you go
You hurt me bad, cut me down
But it just dont work without you
Gotta have you around
Gotta have you around ...
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Carry Your Load
(coverdale)
I take what I want,
And I got my eye on you
Its late in the evening
What are you gonna do
I got the place,
If you got the time,
I got the motion, baby,
If you got the mind
So wise man tell me
What it means to give and take,
Its double trouble,
But, it can ease a little heartache
So you can carry your load
Down the long, winding road
Carry your load, down the long, winding road
All Im asking, all I wanna do is just
Put a little love in your heart,
Put a little love in your heart
I know what I want,
And its close to the bone
Sooner or later, baby,
Ill be taking you home
You got the cool,
But, you give me the heat
You got the music, baby,
But, you give me the beat
So wise man tell me
What it means to give and take,
Its double trouble,
But, it can ease a little heartache
So you can carry your load
Down the long, winding road
Carry your love,
Down the long, winding road
All Im asking, all I wanna do is just
Put a little love in your heart
Wise man tell me
What it means to give and take,
Its double trouble,
But, it can ease a little heartache
So you can carry your load
Down the long, winding road
Carry your love
Down the long, winding road
You got to carry your load
Down the long, winding road
song performed by by Whitesnake
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The Hero & The Madman
The hero he rode a white horse
Across the desert to where his woman was
Hed been riding for four days
When he saw the tower where she was locked
In the moonlight he left his old steed
Near the drawbridge that he crossed
And by way of a rope ladder
He tip-toed to where his woman was
If I recall youre the actor
Who followed the stars
Searching for
The lost city of mars
Hoping time would heal the scars
Knowing fate held no bars
Are you the one
That I think you are?
Are you the hero or are you the madman?
The madman climbed
The steeple spire
Go higher said the crowd
From down below
But...the worlds on fire cried the madman
From the steeple spire
Youre a liar cried the crown
From down below
The madman climbed the steeple spire
And let a crystal ball tear
Fall on the crown
From down below
If I recall youre the actor
Who took to the stage
Set the world ablaze
With your anger and your rage
With every new leaf
You turned and wrote a new page
Cleverly concealing
Your real age
Those that knew you
Were always quite amazed
Are you the one
Who can take this praise?
Are you the hero or are you the madman?
Youre the only one
Who can save us
Said the wizard
Or all is lost
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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It's Mine to Own
Just give me my prize!
For a life lived...
Both bold and wise.
Just give me my prize!
Un-itemized it.
It's mine to own.
Just give me my prize.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
Inside...
I connect it.
Now I can accept.
Those feelings I cried...
With heartache.
Deep in my chest!
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
Just give me my prize!
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
Inside...
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
Those feelings I cried...
With heartache.
Deep in my chest!
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
Just give me my prize!
Un-itemized it.
It's mine to own.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
It's mine to own.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
It's mine to own.
Just,
Give me my prize I accept it.
It's mine to own.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
My own.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
My own.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
My own.
Just give me my prize,
I accept it.
It's mine alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All The Young Dudes (live 2001-06-05)
Written by David Bowie
Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he kick it in the head when he was twenty-five
Speed jive don't want to stay alive
When you're twenty-five
Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks
And Freedy's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face
Funky little boat race
Now television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks
Oh man I need TV when I got T Rex
I'm a dude dad
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
Now Jimmy looks sweet though he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule it's a real mean team
But we can love we can love
And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones
We never got it off on that revolution stuff
It was such a drag too many snags
Well I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine
Got to race some cat to bed
Is there concrete all around me
Or is it in my head
Yeah
I'm a dude dad
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
song performed by by Travis
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Do You Really Like A Free Meal?
you like free meals
they taste so well
nothing is bitter
everything is sweet
why do you like a free meal?
you save much for yourself.
why do you save much and not
spend anything for yourself?
you are into the vice of misery.
You are the miser storing much
and still beg for more
hence the free meal.
there is no such thing as a free meal
if you only know the real score
you could not have eaten that free meal on the table.
everyday you eat this unnecessary gratitude
tomorrow you shall pay it
with what? your dignity,
even your whole life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Free Meal?
you like free meals
they taste so well
nothing is bitter
everything is sweet
why do you like a free meal?
you save much for yourself.
why do you save much and not
spend anything for yourself?
you are into the vice of misery.
You are the miser storing much
and still beg for more
hence the free meal.
there is no such thing as a free meal
if you only know the real score
you could not have eaten that free meal on the table.
everyday you eat this unnecessary gratitude
tomorrow you shall pay it
with what? your dignity,
even your whole life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Losing One's Dignity
you like free meals
they taste so well
nothing is bitter
everything is sweet
why do you like a free meal?
you save much for yourself.
why do you save much and not
spend anything for yourself?
you are into the vice of misery.
You are the miser storing much
and still beg for more
hence the free meal.
there is no such thing as a free meal
if you only know the real score
you could not have eaten that free meal on the table.
everyday you eat this unnecessary gratitude
tomorrow you shall pay it
with what? your dignity, even your whole life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fortunes
Every morning a woman comes and hand picks her rubbish -
Gems discarded by the elite of the city.
She takes them to an interesting shop;
There she exchanges them for a meal ticket (money)
She chooses her meal as if fine combing a menu in elegant Paris,
In the finest eatery, along the finest strip.
Her meal is that of which they (the elite)
would never consider to chew.
Her enjoyment in consuming such a meal is one which
They can never realise.
poem by Anthony Dawson
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