I once had a car, so fine,
I washed it all of the time,
From morning to night,
Until I caught fright,
When it crumbled to rust, so fine.
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Daily Archives: March 26, 2014
The Dubliners – In The Rare Old Times
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Tales of the Extraordinary by The Crazymad Writer
Tales of the Extraordinary
By The Crazymad Writer
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Fizzy, Cherry Cola
Fizzy, Cherry Cola
By The Crazymad Writer
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Bolf, by the Crazymad Writer
Bolf
by the Crazymad Writer
COMING SOON
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Aliens Landed in Ballykilduff
Aliens Landed in Ballykilduff
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The Crazymad Writer writes again
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Father And Son / 2007 – Cat Stevens (Yusuf Islam)
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I penned the following variation of the song Father and Son, to mark the return of Cat Stevens/Yusuf Islam to the world of music and entertainment.
God bless him.
Father and Son, Part Two – Thirty Years On.
(I hope you like it, Yusuf)
Father:
It’s now time to make a change,
Not relax or take it easy.
You’re grown up, that’s so good,
But there’s still so much to do.
You’ve a wife, and a child,
You settled down, and you married.
I am gone, though I’m gone, I am happy.
I can now recall a time, and admit it wasn’t easy,
To be calm in the turmoil we call youth.
But I have travelled, journeyed on,
To a time, a place we all can reach.
Where our yesterdays and morrows are at peace with today.
Son:
You don’t need to explain; though you’ve gone we are now closer.
Though the story’s the same, we have changed.
We were so caught up in talk it was impossible to listen.
It took me time, now I know I don’t have to go away.
I don’t have to go.
Father:
It’s now time to make change,
Get right on, embrace it.
You’re grown up, that’s so good,
But there’s still so much you can do.
You’ve a wife, and a child,
You settled down, you married.
I am gone, I am gone, but I’m happy.
Son:
No more times, wasted times, hiding truth I knew was deep inside,
It’s good, but even better in sharing.
Yes, they were right, I agree, I’m free to know you and me.
Now I can see and I know I don’t have to go away.
I don’t have to go.
(Optional Extra Verse)
Son:
My Father, you and I, we cannot, must not be kept apart in time,
We’ll soon be rejoined in the heavens.
Where time will be all gone; and thus unshackled from our minds
We’ll all be free, and we’ll know we don’t have to go away.
We won’t have to go.
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