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The @Oerdin Honorary Political Theatre of The Absurd Thread.
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<blockquote data-quote="The New Holliday" data-source="post: 914325" data-attributes="member: 3122"><p>@LotusBoobies:</p><p></p><p>We're all still here</p><p>No one has gone away</p><p>Waiting, acting much too</p><p>Well and procrastinating</p><p>The cross of the earth</p><p>(Let me go through)</p><p>The four winds point them</p><p>Body to body</p><p>Seas to anoint them</p><p>The reed they brought him</p><p>Sponge and vinegar</p><p>Fiery serpents</p><p>Spitting gold and cinnamon</p><p>The moon was bleeding</p><p>And stars were shallow</p><p>And the sword that killed him</p><p>Was a sword of willow</p><p>Hello I must be going well I only came to say</p><p>I hear my mother calling and I must be on my way</p><p>O I remember it all from before</p><p>The winter and the midnight</p><p>Could not hold him</p><p>The fire could not burn him</p><p>Nor earth enfold him</p><p>Rise up Lazarus</p><p>Sweet and salty</p><p>Brother soldiers</p><p>Stop your gambling and talk to me</p><p>The thieves were stealers</p><p>But reason condemned him</p><p>And the grave was empty</p><p>Where they had laid him</p><p>Why heroes die at sunrise</p><p>Why the birds are arrows of the wise</p><p>Why each perfumed flower</p><p>Why each moment has its hour</p><p>It's you</p><p>It's all true</p><p>Stranger than that we're alive</p><p>Stranger than that</p><p>Stranger than that</p><p>Whatever you think</p><p>It's more than that, more than that</p><p>Happy man, the happy man</p><p>Doing the best he can</p><p>Keep on walking where the angels showed</p><p>(All will be one)</p><p>Travelling where the saints have trod</p><p>Over in the old golden land</p><p>In the golden book of the golden game</p><p>The golden angel wrote my name</p><p>When the deal goes down I'll put my crown</p><p>Over in the old golden land</p><p>I won't need to kiss you when we're there</p><p>(All will be one)</p><p>I won't need to miss you when we're there</p><p>Over in the old golden land</p><p>We'll understand it better in the sweet bye and bye</p><p>You won't need to worry and you won't have to cry</p><p>Over in the old golden land</p><p></p><p>---</p><p></p><p>Ducks on a pond, ducks on a pond</p><p>Very pretty swimming round</p><p>The lion and the unicorn journey very far</p><p>The answers are the question, sir</p><p>The lady soothes the lion's fur</p><p>Meek as a lamb he follows her</p><p>Wherever angels are</p><p></p><p>Sing me something</p><p>I asked the ice it would not say</p><p>But only cracked or moved away</p><p>I thought I knew me yesterday</p><p>Whoever sings this song</p><p></p><p>Ducks on a pond, ducks on a pond</p><p>Very pretty swimming round</p><p>Greetings on you kings in the sky</p><p>Who'll buy me a mynah bird</p><p>Play me a magic word</p><p>Speak of hopes with thoughts absurd</p><p>Thoughts floating by</p><p>Little ducks, pretty birds</p><p>Clouds across the sky</p><p></p><p>Sing me something</p><p>I asked the ice, it would not say</p><p>But only cracked or moved away</p><p>I thought I knew me yesterday</p><p>Whoever sings this song</p><p>Moving pieces on the plains of Troy</p><p>Carving faces on the rocks of joy</p><p>Pretty lady washing the tiles</p><p>Soapy pictures like crocodiles</p><p></p><p>Chilly, chilly, chilly, chilly winds blowing</p><p>Lovely spring coming soon</p><p></p><p>I wear my body like a caravan</p><p>Gipsy rover in a magic land</p><p>Misty mountains where the eagles fly</p><p>Lonely valleys where the lost ones cry</p><p></p><p>I had a little letter full of paper</p><p>Inky scratches everywhere</p><p>Always looking, looking for a paradise island</p><p>Help me find it everywhere</p><p></p><p>Peacocks talking of the colour grey</p><p>Awaking soundly in darkest day</p><p>A howling tempest on a silent sea</p><p>Lovely Jesus nailed to a tree</p><p></p><p>Had a little letter full of paper</p><p>Inky scratches everywhere</p><p>Always looking, looking for a paradise island</p><p>Help me find it everywhere</p><p></p><p>Mad as the moon when Merlin falls</p><p>Silver castles and silver halls</p><p>Taking lessons from the piper's son</p><p>Learn to play while the world is young</p><p></p><p>Boys and girls come out to play</p><p>The moon doth shine as bright as day</p><p>Leave your sorrows and leave your sleep</p><p>And join your playfellows in the street</p><p>Come with a whoop or come with a call</p><p>Come with a goodwill or not at all</p><p>Up the ladder and down the wall</p><p>A ha'penny loaf will serve for all</p><p></p><p>Following my fortune now the Holy Grail is found</p><p>And the Holy Bread of Heaven, it is given all around</p><p>Farewell sorrow, praise God the open door</p><p>I ain't got no home in this world any more</p><p></p><p>Poor as the birds but to give their song away</p><p>Gathering possessions round to make a fine array</p><p>Dark was the night, praise God the open door</p><p>I ain't got no home in this world anymore</p><p>I ain't got no home in this world anymore</p><p>I ain't got no home in this world anymore</p><p>Farewell sorrow, praise God the open door</p><p>I ain't got no home in this world any more</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="The New Holliday, post: 914325, member: 3122"] @LotusBoobies: We're all still here No one has gone away Waiting, acting much too Well and procrastinating The cross of the earth (Let me go through) The four winds point them Body to body Seas to anoint them The reed they brought him Sponge and vinegar Fiery serpents Spitting gold and cinnamon The moon was bleeding And stars were shallow And the sword that killed him Was a sword of willow Hello I must be going well I only came to say I hear my mother calling and I must be on my way O I remember it all from before The winter and the midnight Could not hold him The fire could not burn him Nor earth enfold him Rise up Lazarus Sweet and salty Brother soldiers Stop your gambling and talk to me The thieves were stealers But reason condemned him And the grave was empty Where they had laid him Why heroes die at sunrise Why the birds are arrows of the wise Why each perfumed flower Why each moment has its hour It's you It's all true Stranger than that we're alive Stranger than that Stranger than that Whatever you think It's more than that, more than that Happy man, the happy man Doing the best he can Keep on walking where the angels showed (All will be one) Travelling where the saints have trod Over in the old golden land In the golden book of the golden game The golden angel wrote my name When the deal goes down I'll put my crown Over in the old golden land I won't need to kiss you when we're there (All will be one) I won't need to miss you when we're there Over in the old golden land We'll understand it better in the sweet bye and bye You won't need to worry and you won't have to cry Over in the old golden land --- Ducks on a pond, ducks on a pond Very pretty swimming round The lion and the unicorn journey very far The answers are the question, sir The lady soothes the lion's fur Meek as a lamb he follows her Wherever angels are Sing me something I asked the ice it would not say But only cracked or moved away I thought I knew me yesterday Whoever sings this song Ducks on a pond, ducks on a pond Very pretty swimming round Greetings on you kings in the sky Who'll buy me a mynah bird Play me a magic word Speak of hopes with thoughts absurd Thoughts floating by Little ducks, pretty birds Clouds across the sky Sing me something I asked the ice, it would not say But only cracked or moved away I thought I knew me yesterday Whoever sings this song Moving pieces on the plains of Troy Carving faces on the rocks of joy Pretty lady washing the tiles Soapy pictures like crocodiles Chilly, chilly, chilly, chilly winds blowing Lovely spring coming soon I wear my body like a caravan Gipsy rover in a magic land Misty mountains where the eagles fly Lonely valleys where the lost ones cry I had a little letter full of paper Inky scratches everywhere Always looking, looking for a paradise island Help me find it everywhere Peacocks talking of the colour grey Awaking soundly in darkest day A howling tempest on a silent sea Lovely Jesus nailed to a tree Had a little letter full of paper Inky scratches everywhere Always looking, looking for a paradise island Help me find it everywhere Mad as the moon when Merlin falls Silver castles and silver halls Taking lessons from the piper's son Learn to play while the world is young Boys and girls come out to play The moon doth shine as bright as day Leave your sorrows and leave your sleep And join your playfellows in the street Come with a whoop or come with a call Come with a goodwill or not at all Up the ladder and down the wall A ha'penny loaf will serve for all Following my fortune now the Holy Grail is found And the Holy Bread of Heaven, it is given all around Farewell sorrow, praise God the open door I ain't got no home in this world any more Poor as the birds but to give their song away Gathering possessions round to make a fine array Dark was the night, praise God the open door I ain't got no home in this world anymore I ain't got no home in this world anymore I ain't got no home in this world anymore Farewell sorrow, praise God the open door I ain't got no home in this world any more [/QUOTE]
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