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Mad Song from Alice's Adventures In Wonderland Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question. `What sort of people live about here?' `In THAT direction,' the Cat said, waving its right paw round, `lives a Hatter: and in THAT direction,' waving the other paw, `lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.' `But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. `Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' `How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. `You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.' Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on `And how do you know that you're mad?' `To begin with,' said the Cat, `a dog's not mad. You grant that?' `I suppose so,' said Alice. `Well, then,' the Cat went on, `you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.' `I call it purring, not growling,' said Alice. `Call it what you like,' said the Cat. `Do you play croquet with the Queen to-day?' Chapter VI, Pig and Pepper, Lewis Carroll, 1865 from Desolation Row Dr. Filth, he keeps his world Highway 61 Revisited, Bob Dylan, 1965 Knocking 'Round The Zoo Just knocking around the zoo on a thursday afternoonThere’s bars on all the windows and they’re counting up the spoons And if I’m feeling edgy there’s a chick who’s paid to be my slave But she’ll hit me with a needle if she thinks I’m trying to misbehave Now the keeper’s trying to cool me says I’m bound to be alright But I know that he can’t fool me ’cause I’m putting him uptight And I can feel him getting edgy every time I make a sudden move And I can hear them celebrating every time I up and leave the room Now my friends all came to see me they point at me and stare Said he’s just like the rest of us so what’s he doing in there They hide in their movie theaters drinking juice-keeping tight ’cause they’re certain about one thing that zoo’s no place to spend the Night Just knocking around the zoo on a thursday afternoon There’s bars on all the windows and they’re counting up the spoons And if I’m feeling edgy there’s a chick who’s paid to be my slave But she’ll hit me with a needle if she thinks I’m trying to misbehave `James Taylor, James Taylor, 1968 Brain Damage. The lunatic is on the grass The lunatic is on the grass Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs Got to keep the loonies on the path. The lunatic is in the hall The lunatics are in my hall The paper holds their folded faces to the floor And every day the paper boy brings more. And if the dam breaks open many years too soon And if there is no room upon the hill And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too I'll see you on the dark side of the moon. The lunatic is in my head The lunatic is in my head You raise the blade, you make the change You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane. You lock the door And throw away the key There's someone in my head but it's not me And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear You shout and no one seems to hear And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes I'll see you on the dark side of the moon. The Dark Side Of The Moon, Pink Floyd, 1973 You May Be RightFriday night I crashed your party Saturday I said I'm sorry Sunday came and trashed me out again I was only having fun Wasn't hurting anyone And we all enjoyed the weekend for a change I've been stranded in the combat zone I walked through Bedford Stuy alone Even rode my motorcycle in the rain And you told me not to drive But I made it home alive So you said that only proves that I'm insane You may be right I may be crazy But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for Turn out the light Don't try to save me You may be wrong for all I know But you may be right Remember how I found you you there Alone in your electric chair I told you dirty jokes until you smiled You were lonely for a man I said take me as I am 'Cause you might enjoy some madness for a while Now think of all the years you tried to Find someone to satisfy you I might be as crazy as you say If I'm crazy then it's true That it's all because of you And you wouldn't want me any other way You may be right I may be crazy But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for It's too late to fight It's too late to change me You may be wrong for all I know But you may be right You may be right I may be crazy But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for Turn out the light Don't try to save me You may be wrong for all I know But you may be right You may be wrong but you may be right You may be wrong but you may be right Glass Houses, Billy Joel, Released: 1980 Still Crazy After All These Years I met my old loverOn the street last night She seemed so glad to see me I just smiled And we talked about some old times And we drank ourselves some beers Still crazy afler all these years Oh, still crazy after all these years I’m not the kind of man Who tends to socialize I seem to lean on Old familiar ways And I ain’t no fool for love songs That whisper in my ears Still crazy afler all these years Oh, still crazy after all these years Four in the morning Crapped out, yawning Longing my life a--way I’ll never worry Why should i? It’s all gonna fade Now I sit by my window And I watch the cars I fear I’ll do some damage One fine day But I would not be convicted By a jury of my peers Still crazy after all these years Oh, still crazy Still crazy Still crazy after all these years Still Crazy After All These Years, Paul Simon, 1975 Mad John's Escape Mad john came down from birmingham very hastily A Gift from a Flower to a Garden, Donovan Leitch, 1967 Kill Your Sons All your two-bit psychiatrists
Dont you know theyre gonna kill your sons
Mom informed me on the phone
Theyre gonna kill your sons
Creedmore treated me very good
Dont you know theyre gonna kill your sons Sally Can't Dance, Lou Reed, 1974 Back to the Top |
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