Many Mansions

A Song To Sing As Your Work

When Nothing Interests You

The Search:

In A Song I have friends, know I'm not the only freak completely lost all alone

but it gets harder and harder these days to lose sight of what we never could hold onto

as our own;

and anyway it's not ever only been that we search to be the first one

to find that elusive philosopher's stone; and in my heart

I know if the happy day should come

the first thing will matter to the lucky one

is to share all the great and wonderful yet to be discovered

properties of that stone;

and my friends I just found it, did you notice and also find the stone?

find what was unknown?

knowing with me we are nevermore gonna be only an imaginary, lonesome person

pretendin' gold at the end of the rainbow 'til the angel of death takes him home?

The Work

My friends, we can build around us many mansions but none can ever feel like home.

My wife and I having it were homeless and each had to leave it to roam.

Weary of roaming found nothing's enough in a sigh of relief each sang, I'm home,

in A Song where we are one with all freaks completely lost all alone pretending to have lost what we search for we find nothing's enough in a sigh of relief sing, I'm home.

Then know again what matters is to share with everyone

all the great and wonderful yet to be discovered properties

of that philosopher's famous stone;

and my friends I just found it, did you notice and singin' the Blues find the stone?

find what was unknown?

knowing with me we are nevermore gonna be only an imaginary, lonesome person

pretendin' gold at the end of the rainbow 'til the angel of death takes him home?

My friends, we can build around us many mansions but none can ever feel like home.

Sing, sing, sing, it out-we can build around us many mansions but none can ever feel like home. A superior craftsman has done for us what we cannot do on our own.

I. M. A. Nonymouse