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
