Wednesday, September 21, 2005

The Rabi and The Pirate

Once upon a time, there was a pirate that lived with a rabi
They were friends, to meet their ends, but time was running quite short for them
They stumbled on, and came upon a travelling circus
They leapt aboard, they were assured, that their service was needed

C/ Why did they fail so miserably?
When giving themselves oh so unselfishly?
How should you know, and why should you care
Anyway?

They couldn't have noticed the ringmaster practising voodoo
Or all of the clowns that sat down, and ate portions of human
They tried to get away, every day, but the bars were too thick to bend
And they prayed for their souls, never told what was lying in wait for them.

C/

One day they woke, to have a smoke, and their cages were open
They never stopped, to have a pop, at guessing their helper
And so they ran, looking a sham, in opposing directions
And the Ringmaster laughed, dropped a scarf and the clowns chased off after them

C/

End

1 Comments:

Blogger Ultra Toast Mosha God said...

Raza: Aha!!!

Xray: I have no idea. I played the music to this song to the guys i used to be in a band with

One of them said it sounded like Pirates. The other said Rabi's. I thought it sounded like the Circus. SO i wrote the song around those ideas. I have no idea what it means.

Probably something to do with tolerance between different belief structures being needed when you are dependent on one another. That and realising you are always subject to the whim of a higher power.

2:10 AM  

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