The Sloth
They call me the sloth
Way down in the ghetto
Italian Spaghetti
Singing falsetto
Sleeping all day
Rip Van Winklin'
Spend my nights in bars
Glasses tinklin'
I'm so bad
He's so nasty
Ain't got no friends
Real outcasty
Stay out of my way
Or you'll end up a cripple
I'll take this piece of paper
And slice you in the nipple
[repeat first verse]
Colonel Forbin stared at the fourteen bars that stood at the end of the cell. He ran his hand across the cold, damp dungeon wall and thought again about the door. He had traveled through the door out of necessity. Once he knew it existed, he simply couldn't leave it alone. Just like Wilson. Just like Tela. Just like Errand Wolfe. And he sat in the dungeon, and he realized that he was back again; through the door. And through the tiny window in the corner of his cell, he heard the distant strains...
Errand... Errand... Errand... Errand...
And from atop the mountain Icculus looked down on all that went on below him. And he smiled...
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Sloth
They call me the sloth
Way down in the ghetto
Italian spaghetti
Singing falsetto
Sleeping all day
Rip van winklin
Spend my nights in bars
Glasses tinklin
Im so bad
Hes so nasty
Aint got no friends
Real outcasty
Stay out of my way
Or youll end up a cripple
Ill take this piece of paper
And slice your nipple
They call me the sloth
Way down in the ghetto
Italian spaghetti
Singing falsetto
Sleeping all day
Rip van winklin
Spend my nights in bars
Glasses tinklin
Colonel forbin stared at the fourteen bars that stood at the end of the cell. he ran his hand across the cold, damp dungeon wall and thought again about the door. he had traveled through the door out of necessity. once he knew it existed, he simply couldnt leave it alone. just like wilson. just like tela. just like errand wolfe. and he sat in the dungeon, and he realized that he was back again through the door. and through the tiny window in the corner of his cell, he heard the distant strains.
Errand
Errand
Errand
Errand
And from atop the mountain icculus looked down on all that went on below him. and he smiled.
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Ac/dc Bag
Mr. palmer is concerned with the thousand dollar question
Just like roger hes a crazy little kid
Ive got the time if youve got the inclination
So cheer up palmer, youll soon be dead
The noose is hanging, at least you wont die wondering
Sit up and take notice tell it like it is
If I were near you I wouldnt be far from you
Ive got a feeling you know what you did
Chorus:
Ac/dc bag
Ac/dc bag
Ac/dc bag
Dc bag
(2x)
Time to put your money where your mouth is
Put em in a field and let em fight it out
Im running so fast my feet dont touch the ground
Im a stranger here Im going down
Lets get down to the nitty gritty
Lets get this show on the road
Ill show you mine if you show me yours
Im breathing hard - open the door
[chorus]
Brain dead, and made of money
No future at all
Pull down the blinds and run for cover
No future at all
Who wouldve thought it, thats where I am
No future at all
Dont sweat it, thats where I am
Whoa, carry me down, down, down, down
By that night, news of palmers death had traveled back to the camp. spirits were low and colonel forbin felt devastated. even though he had only been in gamehendge for one day, he had already developed a deep hatred for wilson. he wanted desperately to help the revolutionaries, but without palmer, it seemed hopeless. he wandered slowly through the camp and passed errand wolfe, sitting by the fire with rutherford, who had returned that afternoon. he walked on and soon found himself outside of telas hut. forbin knocked and walked in. tela sat behind a makeshift desk in the center of a room that was littered with small cages containing spotted stripers, a tiny three-legged breed of animal. the unit monster sat in the corner. the colonel took a step toward tela and spoke. I needed to come here tonight he said, to tell you that Ive fallen in love with you. he looked to her eyes for approval but her face remained frozen in an expressionless stare. an awkward blank
Et of silence fell over the room and hung for
A long moment before being shattered by the sound of the door swinging violently open. it was rutherford the brave. the ironclad knight rushed across the room and gripped the throats of tela and the unit monster in each of his mighty hands. they struggled to break free but even the unit monster was no match for rutherfords power and soon it was over. the bodies fell to the floor in a lifeless heap. colonel forbin stepped forward from where he stood in the corner unable to contain his confusion and rage and screamed why? his question was answered by errand wolfe who had quietly slipped through the doorway during the confusion. she was a spy, he said, and explained to forbin that she had been sending information to wilson using the spotted stripers as carriers. rogers death had aroused his suspicion, and palmers had confirmed it. the colonel stood in silence in a world that had turned up-side-down so many times that he no longer knew which way was up. it had a
Ll seemed so simple when he first arrived. g
Ood versus evil, and of course he had sided with good as he had done all his life. and now, he stood and stared into the eyes of errand wolfe and he saw evil. the entire picture began to seem like an enormous puzzle with one piece missing, and the colonel knew what that piece was. within twenty-four hours, he said to errand wolfe, you will have the helping friendly book. and even as the words were leaving his lips, he found himself running out the door and into the forest, not towards prussia, but toward the great mountain looming in the distance.
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There Is A Poem I Could Have Written
There is a poem I could have written
Instead I had an errand of life I needed to do
The errand took longer than I expected =
Many years later long after the errand was incompletely done
I remembered there was a poem to write -
But I cannot remember how it was supposed to go-
And it will always now be
as if it never was-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Tela
The sky is burning in this lonely man
And I kneel by the river and I feel the sand and the wind
The wind from beyond the mountain
The wind from beyond the mountain
And she comes to me in this lonely land
And looks down from the multi-beast on which she rides like the wind
The wind from beyond the mountain
The wind from beyond the mountain
Tela was born in a vulgar crooked hut
In the shadow of wilsons castle
Venomous scorn from a life of bitter toil
In the shadow of wilsons castle
Glory esteem fueled by her hatred it grew
Swelling to the point where it would
Burst at the seems there was nothing she could do
Tela tela jewel of wilsons foul domain
Tela tela jewel of wilsons foul domain
A lullaby the breezes whisper
And I look into her eyes and my frozen heart begins to thaw
And burns, til layer after layer melts away into a pool
A sky blue mirror of her eyes
And my soul is made of marble but in her gaze I crumble into dust
And drift away on the wind
The wind from beyond the mountain
The wind from beyond the mountain
Tela grew strong from her struggle to endure
In the shadow of wilsons castle
Time touched her wounds and shelter proved the cure
In the shadow of wilsons castle
Each passing day seemed to feed the brazen serpent locked inside
And liberate the spirit shed concealed for so long
There was no place left to hide
Tela tela jewel of wilsons foul domain
Tela tela jewel of wilsons foul domain
A lullaby the breezes whisper
Tela reached out her hand and helped forbin on to the back of the multi- beast, and together they rode off into the forest.
As they rode, tela explained to him about wilson and the helping friendly book. she told the colonel that she was part of a revolution to overthrow the evil king. the leader of the revolution was a lizard named errand wolfe who was out to avenge the death of his son roger. roger, she said, had been executed by wilson at the age of fourteen on suspicion of treason. he had been abducted from his home and hung in the public square.
The two rode on in silence, deeper and deeper into the heart of the forest until they came to the outskirts of a small community. tela explained to forbin that they had reached the base of the revolutionaries. the colonel looked up and there in the center of the clearing stood errand wolfe. he was a small man but his presence was overpowering. he seemed to emit a kind of violent energy that sent chills down the colonels spine. and as the multi-beast moved towards him, he raised his fist in anger, and his voice filled the forest.
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The Poem At The End Of A Too- Errand Filled Day
THE POEM AT THE END OF A TOO ERRAND- FILLED DAY
The poem at the end of a too errand- filled day
Is a poem of incompleteness.
I might have done more today
I might have found a way to ‘truly write’
I might have reached that feeling
That I am in the true thing.
Tired and errand- troubled
Even afternoon sleep could not revive me.
I write this now
As the last effort
Before the Candles are lit
To enter Shabbat
As if I have earned
The rest
we are about to be blessed with.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Famous Mockingbird
Fly famous mockingbird
Fly...
Fly famous mockingbird
Fly...
Fly famous mockingbird
Fly...
Fly famous mockingbird
Fly...
Fly...
Fly...
Fly famous mockingbird
Fly...
The next morning at the camp errand wolfe and rutherford stood frozen in awe as the famous mockingbird flew out of the sky and laid the helping friendly book at their feet. the quest for the book had dragged on for so many years that its sudden appearance left the men staring in disbelief, unsure of what their next move should be. the shock wore off quickly though, and errand wolfe shot into high gear. he snatched up the book with one hand and the famous mockingbird with the other, and began to inform rutherford of his plan. he would first kill wilson, and then put the helping friendly book to work for him.
With rutherfords aid he fastened the famous mockingbird to a pole, with glue and rubber bands, to insure the secrecy of his mission, and then set out to find the only man in gamehendge who could handle the job of eliminating a king.
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Introduction Narration
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Once upon a time there was a mountain that rose out of a vast green forest. and in the forest there were birds and lakes and rocks and trees and rivers. the forest was also inhabited by a small group of people called the lizards. the lizards were a simple people and they had lived in the forest undisturbed for thousands of years in utter peace and tranquillity. once a year when spring came, and the first blossoms began to show, the lizards would gather at the base of the mountain, to give thanks for all that they had. they thanked the birds and they thanked the lakes and they thanked the rocks and the trees and the rivers; but most importantly, they thanked icculus. icculus lived at the top of the mountain, or at least everyone thought so, for no one had actually ever seen him. but they knew he existed, because they had the helping friendly book. icculus had given the helping friendly book to the lizards thousands of years earlier as a gift. it contained all of the knowledge inherent
In the universe, and had
Enabled the lizards to exist in harmony with nature for years. and so they lived; until one day a traveler arrived in gamehendge.
His name was wilson and he quickly became intrigued by the lizards way of life. he asked if he could stay on and live in the forest; and the lizards, who had never seen an outsider, were happy to oblige. wilson lived with the lizards for a few years, studying the ways of the helping friendly book, and all was well. until one morning when they awoke and the book was gone. wilson explained that he had hidden the book, knowing that the lizards had become dependent on it for survival. he declared himself king and enslaved the innocent people of gamehendge. he cut down the trees and built a city, which he called prussia. and in the center of the city he built a castle, and locked in the highest tower of the castle lay the helping friendly book out of the reach of the lizards forever. but our story begins at a different time, not in gamehendge, but on a suburban street in long island, and our hero is no king sitting in a castle, he is a retired colonel shaving in his bathroom.
Colonel forbin looked square in the mirror and dragged the blade across his cold creamed skin. he saw the tired little folds of flesh that lay in a heap beneath his eyes. fifty-two years of obedient self-restraint, of hiding his tension behind a serene veil of composure. for fifty-two years he had piled it all on the back burner, and for fifty-two years it had boiled, frothing over in a turbulent storm inside of him. it had escaped through his eyes, reacting with the cigarette smoke and the fluorescent lights and slowly accumulating into a sagging mass.
He ran his dripping palm across the stubble on the nape of his neck and thought again about the door. he had discovered the door some months back on one of his ritualistic morning walks with his dog mcgrupp. it had started out as a typical stroll with mcgrupp bounding joyously ahead of the preoccupied colonel. as they reached the apex of the hill, he saw it and he knew it had always been there, and felt foolish for overlooking the door for so long. at first, he tried to ignore it, but he soon found that it was impossible, and slowly his newly acquired knowledge transformed his dreary life into a prison from which there was only one escape. and on this morning, colonel forbin stepped through the door.
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The Man Who Stepped Into Yesterday
INTRODUCTION
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Once upon a time there was a mountain that rose out of a vast green forest. And in the forest there were birds and lakes and rocks and trees and rivers. The forest was also inhabited by a small group of people called the lizards. The lizards were a simple people and they had lived in the forest undisturbed for thousands of years in utter peace and tranquillity. Once a year when spring came, and the first blossoms began to show, the
lizards would gather at the base of the mountain, to give thanks for all that they had. They thanked the birds and they thanked the lakes and they thanked the rocks and the trees and the rivers; but most importantly, they thanked Icculus.
Icculus lived at the top of the mountain, or at least everyone thought so, for no one had actually ever seen him. But they knew he existed, because they had the Helping Friendly Book. Icculus had given the Helping Friendly Book to the Lizards thousands of years earlier as a gift. It contained all of the knowledge inherent in the universe, and had
enabled the Lizards to exist in harmony with nature for years. And so they lived; until one day a traveler arrived in Gamehendge. His name was Wilson and he quickly became intrigued by the Lizards way of life. He asked if he could stay on and live in the forest; and the Lizards, who had never seen an outsider, were happy to oblige.
Wilson lived with the Lizards for a few years, studying the ways of the Helping Friendly Book, and all was well. Until one morning when they awoke and the book was gone. Wilson explained that he had hidden the book, knowing that the Lizards had become dependent on it for survival. He declared himself king and enslaved the innocent
people of Gamehendge. He cut down the trees and built a city, which he called Prussia. And in the center of the city he built a castle, and locked in the highest tower of the castle lay the Helping Friendly Book out of the reach of the Lizards forever. But our story begins at a different time, not in Gamehendge, but on a suburban street in Long Island, and our hero is no king sitting in a castle, he is a retired colonel shaving in his bathroom.
Colonel Forbin looked square in the mirror and dragged the blade across his cold creamed skin. He saw the tired little folds of flesh that lay in a heap beneath his eyes. Fifty-two years of obedient self-restraint, of hiding his tension behind a serene veil of composure. For fifty-two years he had piled it all on the back burner, and for fifty-two years it had boiled, frothing over in a turbulent storm inside of him. It had escaped through his eyes, reacting with the cigarette smoke and the fluorescent lights and slowly accumulating into a sagging mass. He ran his dripping palm across the stubble on the nape of his neck and thought again about the door. He had discovered the door some months back on one of his ritualistic morning walks with his dog McGrupp. It had started out as a typical stroll with McGrupp bounding joyously ahead of the preoccupied colonel. As they reached the apex of the hill, he saw it and he knew it had always been there, and felt foolish for overlooking the door for so long. At first, he tried to ignore it, but he soon found that it was impossible, and slowly his newly acquired knowledge transformed his dreary life into a prison from which there was only one escape. And on this morning, Colonel Forbin stepped through the door...
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Well Water
What a girl called "the dailiness of life"
(Adding an errand to your errand. Saying,
"Since you're up . . ." Making you a means to
A means to a means to) is well water
Pumped from an old well at the bottom of the world.
The pump you pump the water from is rusty
And hard to move and absurd, a squirrel-wheel
A sick squirrel turns slowly, through the sunny
Inexorable hours. And yet sometimes
The wheel turns of its own weight, the rusty
Pump pumps over your sweating face the clear
Water, cold, so cold! you cup your hands
And gulp from them the dailiness of life.
poem by Randall Jarrell
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Thought is an errand boy, fear a mine of worries.
quote by Yunus Emre
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Any kid will run any errand for you, if you ask at bedtime.
quote by Red Skelton
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The Poet’s Hat
The rain had fallen, the Poet arose,
He passed through the doorway into the street,
A strong wind lifted his hat from his head,
And he uttered some words that were far from sweet.
And then he started to follow the chase,
And put on a spurt that was wild and fleet,
It made the people pause in a crowd,
And lay odds as to which would beat.
The street cad scoffed as he hunted the hat,
The errand-boy shouted hooray!
The scavenger stood with his broom in his hand,
And smiled in a very rude way;
And the clergyman thought, 'I have heard many words,
But never, until to-day,
Did I hear any words that were quite so bad
As I heard that young man say.'
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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True happiness, we are told, consists in getting out of one's self, but the point is not only to get out, you must stay out and to stay out you must have some absorbing errand.
quote by Henry James
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I have been benefited by praying for others; for by making an errand to God for them I have gotten something for myself.
quote by Samuel Rutherford
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The king's errand may come in the cadger's gate.
Let the grand errand into America never be forgotten.
quote by Ezra Stiles
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Many man makes an errand to the hall to bid the Lady good-day.
I'm the last person who has any desire to instruct anybody in shame. That's no errand for me.
quote by Jock Sturges
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He that performs his own errand, saves his messanger's hire.