Yeah, you nailed it, the use of his name with the capital, is a dead giveaway, too late
to back pedal now.
Just a Sinister note.
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Yeah, you nailed it, the use of his name with the capital, is a dead giveaway, too late
to back pedal now.
China, the Polish boy -
his heart is full of joy!
He talks incessantly
about philosophy!:roll:
And Dexter Sinister?
He's not a minister,
rather a scientist
with knowledge to his list.
Arrogance, ambition...
led to a division,
'cause neither man knew it
that all knowledge is fluid!
They butted heads
and filled the threads
with words so rude,
expressions crude,
broken is the harmony,
gone is the philosophy
of "respect one another",
especially your brother!
his heart is full of joy!
He talks incessantly
about philosophy!:roll:
And Dexter Sinister?
He's not a minister,
rather a scientist
with knowledge to his list.
Arrogance, ambition...
led to a division,
'cause neither man knew it
that all knowledge is fluid!
They butted heads
and filled the threads
with words so rude,
expressions crude,
broken is the harmony,
gone is the philosophy
of "respect one another",
especially your brother!
China, the Polish boy -
his heart is full of joy!
He talks incessantly
about philosophy!
And Dexter Sinister?
He's not a minister,
rather a scientist
with knowledge to his list.
Arrogance, ambition...
led to a division,
'cause neither man knew it
that all knowledge is fluid!
They butted heads
and filled the threads
with words so rude,
expressions crude,
broken is the harmony,
gone is the philosophy
of "respect one another",especially your brother!
unless either one of them tries to smother
your threads with hypocrisy malice and hate
then your gonna get dished up these things on your plate
the seeds that you sown in others threads too
and they will do exactly the same back too you
so dont forget boys what go's around can
destroy even the best of your well made plans
his heart is full of joy!
He talks incessantly
about philosophy!
And Dexter Sinister?
He's not a minister,
rather a scientist
with knowledge to his list.
Arrogance, ambition...
led to a division,
'cause neither man knew it
that all knowledge is fluid!
They butted heads
and filled the threads
with words so rude,
expressions crude,
broken is the harmony,
gone is the philosophy
of "respect one another",especially your brother!
unless either one of them tries to smother
your threads with hypocrisy malice and hate
then your gonna get dished up these things on your plate
the seeds that you sown in others threads too
and they will do exactly the same back too you
so dont forget boys what go's around can
destroy even the best of your well made plans
Risus
Me ?, an intellectual ?, God forbid .You are correct Risus , I'm not an intellectual ,far from it .Studying for me is a waste of time ;though I,m learning everyday for past57 years .I 'm not sure if you can understand the difference.Perhaps you are over intellectual ;don't know.
I am just a poor boy and my storys seldom told
Ive squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, hmmmm
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Li la li...
Asking only workmans wages, I come lookin for a job, but I get no offers
Just a comeon from the *****s on 7th avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin even me
I am older than I once was, and younger than Ill be, thats not unusual
No it isnt strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same
Li la li...
And Im laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin home
Where the new york city winters arent bleedin me, leadin me to go home
In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains
Yes he still remains
Li la li...
Ive squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, hmmmm
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Li la li...
Asking only workmans wages, I come lookin for a job, but I get no offers
Just a comeon from the *****s on 7th avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin even me
I am older than I once was, and younger than Ill be, thats not unusual
No it isnt strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same
Li la li...
And Im laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin home
Where the new york city winters arent bleedin me, leadin me to go home
In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains
Yes he still remains
Li la li...
