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Alot of heavy LSD use in the 60's produced some of the best nonsensical lyrics of our time.

 

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.

Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.

Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.

I am the eggman (woo), they are the eggmen (woo), I am the walrus,

Coo coo, kachoo.

-Beatles-

Now you see this one-eyed midget

Shouting the word “NOW”

And you say, “For what reason?”

And he says, “How?”

And you say, “What does this mean?”

And he screams back, “You’re a cow

Give me some milk

Or else go home”

-Dylan-

And Just for arguments sake...

Through early morning fog I see

visions of the things to be

the pains that are withheld for me

I realize and I can see...

 

[chorus]:

 

That suicide is painless

It brings on many changes

and I can take or leave it if I please.

 

I try to find a way to make

all our little joys relate

without that ever-present hate

but now I know that it's too late, and...

 

[Chorus]

 

The game of life is hard to play

I'm gonna lose it anyway

The losing card I'll someday lay

so this is all I have to say.

 

[Chorus]

 

The only way to win is cheat

And lay it down before I'm beat

and to another give my seat

for that's the only painless feat.

 

[Chorus]

 

MASH

The sword of time will pierce our skins

It doesn't hurt when it begins

But as it works its way on in

The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...

 

[Chorus]

 

A brave man once requested me

to answer questions that are key

'is it to be or not to be'

and I replied 'oh why ask me?'

 

'Cause suicide is painless

it brings on many changes

and I can take or leave it if I please.

...and you can do the same thing if you choose.

 

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Well... I always thought a real classic might be...

 

Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey

A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?

 

If the words sound queer and funny to your ear, a little bit jumbled and jivey,

Sing "Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy."

 

Alas, the apparent stream of consciousness lyrics concept robbed from the beat poet generation hit heavily in the '60s - perhaps as mentioned, thanks to some consciousness changing substance intake.

 

I think one valid criticism of a lotta current "popular" music, regardless of "style" is that it seems to me to have far fewer pieces done with a sense of humor as in earlier generations. But perhaps that's the old man in me. Still, as a young picker I had more fun with some novelty songs than with some of the more serious stuff...

 

Heck, even "real" blues singers both black and white traditionally had a couple ironic-sardonic laugh-at pieces. Ever hear BB and "How Blue Can You Get?"

 

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One that always confounded my friends, but I found amazing...

 

In the white room with black curtains near the station

Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings

 

Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes

Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment

 

I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines

Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves

 

You said no strings could secure you at the station

Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows

 

I walked into such a sad time at the station

As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning

 

I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back

Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves

 

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd

Consolation for the old wound now forgotten

 

Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes

She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings

 

I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd

Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves

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One that always confounded my friends, but I found amazing...

 

In the white room with black curtains near the station

Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings

 

Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes

Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment

 

I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines

Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves

 

You said no strings could secure you at the station

Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows

 

I walked into such a sad time at the station

As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning

 

I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back

Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves

 

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd

Consolation for the old wound now forgotten

 

Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes

She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings

 

I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd

Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves

 

 

I guess you just had to be there...

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