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Crazy Train
Before you judge the craziness of another, stop for just a moment, and consider the ever so slight possibility that all of this insanity we see around us might really just be a reflection of the insanity we might not see within ourselves.
After all, no one who's crazy believes that they're crazy. To them it makes perfect sense.
Seek more to understand more than to be understood. Who knows you might learn a thing or two in the process...
Just a thought.
Good night.
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Banking On A Myth Lyrics
Andrew Bird
There's one guy I'd like to thank
He signs the checks and leaves them blank, he's the one
He says you don't have to walk a plank
The game is rigged, go fig your slide show
Tanked and your flagship sank, so
We're taking all our myths to the bank
So just don't, don't forget who to thank
'Cause we're taking our, our myths to the drinking a fifth to the
We're taking all our myths to the bank, oh no
If you could just do him this favor
Although it might involve child labor
Join his entourage, give him a foot massage
From Star Search to the Philharmonic
He'll get you there with Hooked on Phonics
He's the one to know, doesn't matter if you blow, no, no, no, no
In fact it's just the thing, he thinks we're needing
It's a lukewarm liquid diet, they're force feeding
When the words we use have lost their bite
Now they hit you like an imaginary pillow fight
But it's all right, yeah 'cause you're inside and you're in tight
Deals in commodities of the abstract sort
Buys them in bulk but then he sells it short
Talent, genius, love even signs of affection
He floods the market there's no price protection
And when his master plan is unfurled, there stands
A handsome bid on the weather systems of the world
Measuring Cups Lyrics
Andrew Bird
Get out your measuring cups
And we'll play a new game
Come to the front of the class
And we'll measure your brain
We'll give you a complex and we'll give it a name
Get out your measuring cups
And we'll play a new game
Can't have the cream
When the crop and the cream are the same
Liquid or gas no more than the glass will contain
When you talk about the hand of glory
A tale that's rather grim and gory
Is it just another children's story that's been de-clawed?
When the tales of brothers
Grimm and Gorey have been outlawed
I think they're gonna make you start over
You don't want to start over
Put your backpack on your shoulder
Be the good little soldier
Take your places now
'Cause we're all predisposed
Measuring cups, play a new game
Front of the class, measure your brain
Give you a complex and we'll give it a name, no no
When you talk about the hand of glory
A tale that's rather grim and gory
Is it just another children's story that's been de-clawed?
When the tales of brothers
Grimm and Gorey have been outlawed
Put your backpack on your shoulder
Be the good little soldier
It's no different when you're older
You're predisposed
That's all for questions now the case is closed!
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