Nick_A wrote: ↑Sat Feb 16, 2019 4:44 pm
The Madman
You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen -- the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives -- I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, "Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves."
Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me.
And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, "He is a madman." I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks."
Thus I became a madman.
And I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.
But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief.
Kahil- Gibran, The Madman - His Parables and Poems
So there was an old man, who lived in the greenwood
And nobody knew him, or what he had done
But mothers would say to their children, "Beware of mad John".
John would sing with the birds in the morning,
And laugh with the wind in the cold hand of mat(?),
But people from behind their curtains said he's not quite right.
Joiner(?)! and exhaust(?)! He was living the life of a tramp.
Yes, his bed was cold and damp, but the sun was his friend...
He was free...
So here was a wise one, who loved all the haters,
And his love was so strong, that their hate turned to fear
And shaking from behind their curtains
The loved ones would wail...
"Mad John" by The Small Faces... Elliott and Lane
(It would be much better if you could hear the melody and the music.)
The Fool on the Hill
The Beatles
Day after day, alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin is sitting perfectly still
Nobody wants to know him
They can see that he's just a fool
But he never gives an answer
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round
His head in a cloud
The man with a foolish grin is talking perfectly loud
But nobody wants to hear him
They can see that he's just a fool
But he never gives an answer
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round