The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me
But now he’s resigned to his fate
'Cause life’s not unkind - he doesn’t mind.
He stood in a field where barley grows.
By the way, which one’s Pink?
Perhaps you’d care to state exactly how you feel.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.
You raise the blade,
you make the change,
rearrange me 'til I’m sane
Lock the door,
and throw away the key
there’s someone in my head
But it’s not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me — and you
God only knows it’s not what we would choose — to do.
And me too.
No wait, sorry, wrong thread.
How 'bout:
After all it’s not easy, banging your heart against some mad buggers wall
“If you can hear this whispering you are dying.”
“I never said I was frightened of dying.”
The memories of a man in his old age, are the deeds of a man in his prime.
Remember when you were young
You shone like the sun
Shine on you crazy diamond
And everything under the sun is in tune,
but the sun is in eclipsed by the moon
“…and now the weather. Tomorrow will be cloudy with scattered showers
spreading from the east … with an expected high of 4000 degrees
Celsius”
Set the controls for the heart of the Sun.
and as the windshield melts
my tears evaporate
leaving only charcoal to defend
finally I understand
the feelings of the few
ashes and diamonds
foe and friend
we were all equal in the end
and we’ll bask in the shadow
of yesterday’s triumph
blown on the steel breeze
What do you get for pretending the danger’s not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
What a surprise!
so welcome, to the machine.
I’ve got a bike
You can ride it if you like
It’s got a basket
A bell that rings
And things to make it look good
I’d give it to you if I could
But I borrowed it
What did you dream?
It’s all right, we told you what to dream.
Climb your favorite apple tree
Try to catch the sun
Hide from your little brother’s gun
Dream yourself away