Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

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…

(Instrumental intro)Come with me on my journeyJoin me every step along the wayWherever fancy takes me Or what cards turn up each dayInto the great unknownWhichever way the wind is blow’inWith no other way of knowingPointing out the way we’re goingOn this journeyLooking for a place that’s got Some special kind of honey potSetting off…

Woke up one morning I woke up with the SunOutside the birds were singingA brand new day had begunThrough breakfastThe TV was playingIt was playingSome carefree tunesWhen the solitudeOf that quiet, sunny morningWas shatteredBy breaking newsAnother conflictOver troubled bordersHad darkenedSo many innocent livesAmid …All of the destructionAll we see nowAre scenes of miseryWhat is ……

(Instrumental intro)Ship bell ringing, ringing, ringing Eight bellsThe Bosun’s ringing eight bellsAnd set sail with a running tideWe are leaving ‘olde’ EnglandFor there was no place there Left there, for me to hide Not in EnglandForsaking England I’ll take my chancesThere will be new chancesWaiting on the other side(Instrumental break)Ship bell ringing On the hour…

(Instrumental intro)A relic from a bygone ageThe Steamer’s work has pastPerhaps you heard the storiesAnd indeed you ever asked‘Great Grandpapa, rememberWhen as a child you mightHave seen in all her glory’“Aye! A most romantic sight To remote communitiesBack in those pioneer dayThe Padddleboat was the answerIn so very many waysThe river and her tributaryTo the…

On a mundane Monday Waking to a dull dayAll around are shades of grey And so through those pale greysThat consume the week daysI just work to collect my pay But not on my fun dayAnd never on SundayThe whole world out there Wonderful and gay And all it seems so boundless The beauty that…

(instrumental intro)I have In my heart locked awayA storyJust mine ‘till this dayIt’s never been toldHere, locked deep in my SoulIt’s part of my SoulThough never been toldA story aboutA boy who loved a girlYou might thinkYou’ve heard it beforeBut noNever been toldShared by myselfWhen I’m aloneAlways, always and always aloneAlone(Short instrumental interlude)Though it’s only…