The Fatal Glass of Beer

There was once a poor boy
And he left his country home
And he came to the city to look for work

He promised his ma and pa
He would lead a civilized life
And always shun the fatal curse of drink

Once in the city
He got a situation in a quarry
And there he made the acquaintance of some college students

He little thought they were demons
For they wore the best of clothes
But the clothes do not always make the gentleman

They tempted him to drink
And they said he was a cow'rd
And at last he took the fatal glass of beer

When he'd found what he'd done
He dashed the glass upon the floor
And he staggered through the door with delerium tremens

Once upon the sidewalk
He met a Salvation Army girl
And wickedly he broke her tambourine

All she said was, "Heaven bless you"
And placed a mark upon his brow
With a kick she'd learned before she had been saved

Now, as a moral to young men
Who come down to the city
Don't go 'round breaking people's tambourines.



-W.C. Feilds in "The Fatal Glass of Beer"

You are the wind.
I am an ember.
When we are together,
We are a flame.
But when we are separate,
You are free.
You are the wind.
And I am a dying ember.

I've been doing this since I was seventeen
This mass of poems I called my soul
Everyone looks on it now like it's a joke--
A joke that they can be in on.

My soul, my soul,
My wounded lord.

If you can't understand get out of here.

I dreamed a dream my dear
That all light and all holiness
Proceeded from your depths
And all bowed down into the dark waters
In worship of some nonsense,
Which allowed them to eat its flesh.

I awoke from that dream.
I see you now.

Well, I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming
Saying something about the queen
There were peasants singing and drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing to the sun
That was floating on the breeze.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.

I was lyin in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst through the sky.
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.

I was thinking about what a friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.

Well, I dreamed I saw the silver space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun,
There were children crying and colors flying
All around the chosen ones.
In a dream, all in a dream
They were flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home...





Neil Young

There isn't a real reason
For this monkey chasing season
For every time you're pleasin'
Every other flyin man around
And every other stepper
Has made another leper
Out of your face zippin zippers
Around the blazin' louse.
Every other lousy flier
Took your rare desire
And haven't got you higher
Than any other frown.
I have a moment here
Inside my pocket dear
For you know you need not fear
Haven't you got anyone higher?