Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Many folk begin lifeIn some quiet suburban streetPlaying in the backyardWith siblings at their feetSpying through the palingsIt’s not long before they senseThe fruit trees more enticingAcross the neighbour’s fenceYou remember growing olderAnd taken for a rideFor a quiet family picnicIn the rustic countrysideBut these pleasant outingsPossess no special thrillsAnd sense it’s more alluringOn the…

(Instrumental intro) In these days, when we are swampedWith high technologyOverwhelming our sensesNot allowing us to seeThe many aspects of our artThat surely have to beThe very fabric that compriseOur lives’ rich tapestry. We can all recall, the favourite songsThat lift our spirits highOr the stories, from some author’s penCausing us to cry (instrumental break)Causing…

(instrumental intro)I grew up with Her She was the girl next door My best friend Since we were fourBetween us grewA true rapportFrom an early age we sworeTo remain as one for evermoreA true ‘Tomboy’She was the girl next doorAs she flowered everybody sawHow much I lovedMy girl next door(instrumental break)So can’t you see that…

(Instrumental intro)From a monsoon troughThe rain came pouring downAcross the plains of BrisbaneFlooded many a country townFolk had little warningBefore shelter they could seekA surge over the escarpmentRaged down Murphy Creek (Instrumental interlude)Down the Lockyer ValleyGrantham bore the bruntAs a tide of sullied waterSpread wide a fearsome frontSome scrambled onto rooftopsAnd stayed both night and…

Sleigh bells ringingChoir boys singingChildren sleeping under a bright starThe air is filled with expectationNo matter where you are.(Instrumental interlude)Waking early in the morningHoorah! It is Christmas DaySharing all those festive presentsLaid under a Christmas treeWithin the bosom of the familyWhat more should it be?(Instrumental interlude)Well, if you don’t knowIt began long agoOne starry nightSome…

(Instrumental intro)Where to beginBorn without sinBonnie ParkerUntil she met himNever enoughThe times were toughThey wanted moreTook what they sawThey robbed family storesAnd flouted the lawClyde Barrow was a habitual thiefA life full of sorrowAnd perpetual griefInevitably they caught And took him downTo serve rough timeupon a prison farm(Instrumental break)Out on paroleOut for revengeHe gathered a…

What’s happening Mr. Zuckerberg What’s happening to my pageMy colleagues say it’s dying And ‘X’ is now the rage What’s happening Mr. Zuck Perhaps because I’m elderlyOld friends have left the stageBut new requests now bother me They’re so easy now to gauge Single Ladies in prime of life With bosoms proudly cleft Who tell…

What is this, appearing thus My friend, an airplane omnibusDesigned to captivate and charmRather than to rouse alarmAmong the ’Hoi polio’.So why did old ‘Tatts’ quail Young Billy Sharpe so loudly wailWhen only asked if they mightTake her on a new test flightIf history serves us rightThey tried to fly the prototypeSo told, the grieving…

Accused of witchcraftAnd tried for sorceryLady Rebecca was to die in the early morningA champion must be foundWith so little warning(Instrumental pause)A desperate raceIvanhoe they must traceAnd when he was foundHe cried, ‘I am for honour bound’I am for honour boundHe rode through the nightSo to greet the dawningInto the lists, he rodeHis warhorse foamingI…

(Instrumental intro)Among the fondest memoriesFrom days in PNG Thought was meant in jest Told over a beer or threeA Mate from the Highlands Came to visit by the seaAlways good to catch upAnd share good companyHe said he had found usJust the thing for me The boys will love itJust you wait and seeWe woke…