UTMC

taken from another forum I haunt:


by Joel Samberg

They claim no one can know

Where we go when we go,

But if there's one thing that I know

It's where we go when we go.

Six feet under, safe and sound

Green grass growing all around,

The more you worry, I declare

The sooner you'll be planted there.

And that, my friend, is what I know.

They claim no one can guess

If there's really a final rest,

But if there's one thing I can guess

It's that there's really a final rest.

Ever since the world began

Money's been a curse on man,

Work and slave and earn and spend

Where does it get you in the end?

Six feet under, safe and sound

Green grass growing all around,

The more you worry, I declare

The sooner you'll be planted there.

And that, my friend, is what I know.

Rich man, poor man, beggar, bum

Some have money, some have none,

But the score is always tied

When they're lying side by side.

Six feet under, safe and sound

Green grass growing all around,

The more you worry, I declare

The sooner you'll be planted there.

And that, my friend, is what I know.

When in danger

When in doubt

Run in circles

Scream and shout

Nothing to do?
Nothing to do?
Put some mustard in your shoe,
Fill your pockets full of soot,
Drive a nail into your foot,
Put some sugar in your hair,
Place your toys upon the stair,
Smear some jelly on the latch,
Eat some mud and strike a match,
Draw a picture on the wall,
Roll some marbles down the hall,
Pour some ink in daddy's cap --
Now go upstairs and take a nap.

John Berryman

Dream Song 14

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're bored
means you have no

Inner Resources." I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as Achilles,

who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.

When I'm lyin' in my bed at night
I don't wanna grow up
Nothin' ever seems to turn out right
I don't wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog
That's always changing things
Makes me wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don't wanna grow up
I don't ever wanna be that way
I don't wanna grow up

Seems like folks turn into things
That they'd never want
The only thing to live for
Is today
I'm gonna put a hole in my TV set
I don't wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
And I don't wanna grow up
I don't wanna have to shout it out
I don't want my hair to fall out
I don't wanna be filled with doubt
I don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wanna have to learn to count
I don't wanna have the biggest amount
I don't wanna grow up

Well when I see my parents fight
I don't wanna grow up
They all go out and drinking all night
And I don't wanna grow up
I'd rather stay here in my room
Nothin' out there but sad and gloom
I don't wanna live in a big old Tomb
On Grand Street

When I see the 5 o'clock news
I don't wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don't wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don't wanna put no money down
I don't wanna get me a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don't wanna float on a broom
Fall in love and get married then boom
How the hell did I get here so soon
I don't wanna grow up