The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
The minister made a grand and moving picture of the assembling together of the world's hosts at the millennium when the lion and the lamb should lie down together and a little child should lead them.
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Nascent Drama
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The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
But the pathos, the lesson, the moral of the great spectacle were lost upon the boy; he only thought of the conspicuousness of the principal character before the on-looking nations; his face lit with the thought, and he said to himself that he wished he could be that child, if it was a tame lion.
Falconarg
Rebel
Breathe, breathe in the air.
don't be afraid to care.
leave but don't leave me.
look around and choose your own ground.
Long you live and high you fly
and smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
and all you touch and all you see
is all your life will ever be.
Run, rabbit run.
dig that hole, forget the sun,
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down it's time to dig another one.
For long you live and high you fly
but only if you ride the tide
and balanced on the biggest wave
you race towards an early grave.
don't be afraid to care.
leave but don't leave me.
look around and choose your own ground.
Long you live and high you fly
and smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
and all you touch and all you see
is all your life will ever be.
Run, rabbit run.
dig that hole, forget the sun,
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down it's time to dig another one.
For long you live and high you fly
but only if you ride the tide
and balanced on the biggest wave
you race towards an early grave.
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
Now he lapsed into suffering again, as the dry argument was resumed.
Falconarg
Rebel
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
Presently he bethought him of a treasure he had and got it out.
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
It was a large black beetle with formidable jaws -- a "pinchbug," he called it.
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
It was in a percussion-cap box.
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
The first thing the beetle did was to take him by the finger.
Falconarg
Rebel
Money, get away.
get a good job with good pay and you're okay.
money, it's a gas.
grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
new car, caviar, four star daydream,
think i'll buy me a football team.
Money, get back.
i'm all right jack keep your hands off of my stack.
money, it's a hit.
don't give me that do goody good bullshit.
i'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
and i think i need a lear jet.
Money, it's a crime.
share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.
money, so they say
is the root of all evil today.
but if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're
giving none away.
"huhuh! i was in the right!"
"yes, absolutely in the right!"
"i certainly was in the right!"
"you was definitely in the right. that geezer was cruising for a bruising!"
"yeah!"
"why does anyone do anything?"
"i don't know, i was really drunk at the time!"
"i was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. he was asking
why he wasn't coming up on freely, after i was yelling and screaming
and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely. it came as a heavy
blow, but we sorted the matter out"
get a good job with good pay and you're okay.
money, it's a gas.
grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
new car, caviar, four star daydream,
think i'll buy me a football team.
Money, get back.
i'm all right jack keep your hands off of my stack.
money, it's a hit.
don't give me that do goody good bullshit.
i'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
and i think i need a lear jet.
Money, it's a crime.
share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.
money, so they say
is the root of all evil today.
but if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're
giving none away.
"huhuh! i was in the right!"
"yes, absolutely in the right!"
"i certainly was in the right!"
"you was definitely in the right. that geezer was cruising for a bruising!"
"yeah!"
"why does anyone do anything?"
"i don't know, i was really drunk at the time!"
"i was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. he was asking
why he wasn't coming up on freely, after i was yelling and screaming
and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely. it came as a heavy
blow, but we sorted the matter out"
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
A natural fillip followed, the beetle went floundering into the aisle and lit on its back, and the hurt finger went into the boy's mouth.
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
The beetle lay there working its helpless legs, unable to turn over.
Falconarg
Rebel
Us and them
And after all we're only ordinary men.
Me and you.
God only knows it's noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it's only round and round.
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside.
"i mean, they're not gunna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short,
Sharp, shock, they won't do it again. dig it? i mean he get off
Lightly, 'cos i would've given him a thrashing - i only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...i mean good manners
Don't cost nothing do they, eh?"
Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
With, without.
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.
And after all we're only ordinary men.
Me and you.
God only knows it's noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it's only round and round.
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside.
"i mean, they're not gunna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short,
Sharp, shock, they won't do it again. dig it? i mean he get off
Lightly, 'cos i would've given him a thrashing - i only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...i mean good manners
Don't cost nothing do they, eh?"
Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
With, without.
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
Tom eyed it, and longed for it; but it was safe out of his reach.
Falconarg
Rebel
the lunatic is on the grass
the lunatic is on the grass
remembring games, daisy chains and laughs
got to keep the lunies on the path
the lunatic is in the hall
the lunatic is in my hall
the paper holds their folded faces to the floor
and everyday, the paperboy brings more
and if the dam breaks open many years too soon
and if their is no room upon the hill
and if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
ill see you on the dark side of the moon
the lunatic is in my head
the lunatic is in my head
you raise the blade
you make the change
you rearrange me till im sane
you lock the door
throw away the key
there's someone in my head
but its not me
and if the clouds burst, thunder in your ears
you shout and noone seems to hear
and if the band you're in starts playin different tunes
ill see you on the dark side of the moon
the lunatic is on the grass
remembring games, daisy chains and laughs
got to keep the lunies on the path
the lunatic is in the hall
the lunatic is in my hall
the paper holds their folded faces to the floor
and everyday, the paperboy brings more
and if the dam breaks open many years too soon
and if their is no room upon the hill
and if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
ill see you on the dark side of the moon
the lunatic is in my head
the lunatic is in my head
you raise the blade
you make the change
you rearrange me till im sane
you lock the door
throw away the key
there's someone in my head
but its not me
and if the clouds burst, thunder in your ears
you shout and noone seems to hear
and if the band you're in starts playin different tunes
ill see you on the dark side of the moon
Falconarg
Rebel
All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy
Beg borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
"there is no dark side of the moon really. matter of fact it's all dark."
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy
Beg borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
"there is no dark side of the moon really. matter of fact it's all dark."
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
Other people uninterested in the sermon found relief in the beetle, and they eyed it too. Presently a vagrant poodle dog came idling along, sad at heart, lazy with the summer softness and the quiet, weary of captivity, sighing for change. He spied the beetle; the drooping tail lifted and wagged. He surveyed the prize; walked around it; smelt at it from a safe distance; walked around it again; grew bolder, and took a closer smell; then lifted his lip and made a gingerly snatch at it, just missing it; made another, and another; began to enjoy the diversion; subsided to his stomach with the beetle between his paws, and continued his experiments; grew weary at last, and then indifferent and absent-minded. His head nodded, and little by little his chin descended and touched the enemy, who seized it. There was a sharp yelp, a flirt of the poodle's head, and the beetle fell a couple of yards away, and lit on its back once more. The neighboring spectators shook with a gentle inward joy, several faces went behind fans and handkerchiefs, and Tomwas entirely happy. The dog looked foolish, and probably felt so; but there was resentment in his heart, too, and a craving for revenge. So he went to the beetle and began a wary attack on it again; jumping at it from every point of a circle, lighting with his fore-paws within an inch of the creature, making even closer snatches at it with his teeth, and jerking his head till his ears flapped again. But he grew tired once more, after a while; tried to amuse himself with a fly but found no relief; followed an ant around, with his nose close to the floor, and quickly wearied of that; yawned, sighed, forgot the beetle entirely, and sat down on it. Then there was a wild yelp of agony and the poodle went sailing up the aisle; the yelps continued, and so did the dog; he crossed the house in front of the altar; he flew down the other aisle; he crossed before the doors; he clamored up the home-stretch; his anguish grew with his progress, till presently he was but a woolly comet moving in its orbit with the gleam and the speed of light. At last the frantic sufferer sheered from its course, and sprang into its master's lap; he flung it out of the window, and the voice of distress quickly thinned away and died in the distance.
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
By this time the whole church was red-faced and suffocating with suppressed laughter, and the sermon had come to a dead standstill. The discourse was resumed presently, but it went lame and halting, all possibility of impressiveness being at an end; for even the gravest sentiments were constantly being received with a smothered burst of unholy mirth, under cover of some remote pew-back, as if the poor parson had said a rarely facetious thing. It was a genuine relief to the whole congregation when the ordeal was over and the benediction pronounced.