Song Description
We need more brave lunatics to shout to the rooftops indignantly. There is much in our world that can never be corrected by conformity.
| Song Length |
2:02 |
Genre |
Spoken Word - Poetry, Folk - General |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Restless, Cheerless |
Subject |
Doom, Conformity |
| Similar Artists |
Bob Dylan, Tom Petty |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
BRAVE LUNATIC
The tears they fall like acid rain,
Down callous cheeks that feel no pain,
Until the sun takes them up again,
To pour upon some more poor men.
?The world is wet, the world is wild!?
I?ll tell this to my youngest child,
Until my son?s young love is chilled,
And his dark destiny's fulfilled.
Save us, save us from ourselves, from those
Who think good men come only in twelves,
From thoughts gathered from grocery shelves,
And politicians too small to be elves.
"The world is wet, the world is wild!"
I'll tell this to my youngest child,
Until my son's young love is chilled,
And his dark destiny's fulfilled.
Rave on, rave on, brave lunatic, tear clothes
That stink from hens in the attic, pluck
The railroad tie from your eye emphatic,
And see me clearly, your toothpick fanatic.
"The world is wet, the world is wild!"
I'll tell this to my youngest child,
Until my son's young love is chilled,
And his dark destiny's fulfilled.
Copyright © 2001 Lex Zaleta