Saturday, September 17, 2011

Supertramp owns. End of story.

"When I was young it seemed that life was so wonderful, a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical. And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily, oh joyfully, oh playfully, watching me. But then they sent me away to teach me how to be sensible, logical, oh responsible, practical. And then they showed me a world where I could be so dependable, oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical.

There are times when all the world's asleep.

The questions run too deep for such a simple man.

Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned,

I know it sounds absurd, but please tell me who I am.

I said, watch what you say, they'll be calling you a radical, a liberal, oh fanatical, criminal. Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're acceptable, respectable, oh presentable, a vegetable. Oh, take it take it take it, yeah!

But at night when all the world's asleep, the questions run so deep for such a simple man.

Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned,

I know it sounds absurd, but please tell me who I am.

Who I am, who I am, who I am...

But I am thinking so logical...

Did you call, one two three five...

Oh, it's getting unbelievable."

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