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The monkey sat on a pile of stonesAnd he stared at the broken bone in his handAnd the strains Viennese quartetRang out across the landThe monkey looked up at the starsAnd he thought to himselfMemory is a strangerHistory is for foolsAnd he cleaned his handsIn a pool of holy writingTurned his back on the gardenAnd set out for the nearest townHold on hold on soldierWhen you add it all upThe tears and marrowboneThere's an ounce of goldAnd an ounce of pride in each ledgerAnd the Germans killed the JewsAnd the Jews killed the ArabsAnd Arabs killed the hostagesAnd that is the newsAnd is it any wonderThat the monkey's confusedHe said Mama MamaThe President's a foolWhy do I have to keep readingThese technical manualsAnd the joint chiefs of staffAnd the brokers on Wall Street saidDon't make us laughYou're smart kidTime is linearMemory's a strangerHistory's for foolsMan is a tool in the handsOf the great God AlmightyAnd they gave him commandOf a nuclear submarineAnd sent him back in search ofThe Garden of Eden
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rainYou are young and life is long and there is time to kill todayAnd then one day you find ten years have got behind youNo one told you when to run, you missed the starting gunAnd you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinkingAnd racing around to come up behind you againThe sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re olderShorter of breath and one day closer to deathEvery year is getting shorter, never seem to find the timePlans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled linesHanging on in quiet desperation is the english wayThe time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to sayHome, home againI like to be here when I canAnd when I come home cold and tiredIt’s good to warm my bones beside the fireFar away across the fieldThe tolling of the iron bellCalls the faithful to their kneesTo hear the softly spoken magic spells.
I like your quote at the bottom my friend. I too have given, and asked for just that and nothing more in return.