Life and Existence

Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Took ill on Thursday, Worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday: This is the end Of Solomon Grundy.

“Who saw him die?” “I,” said the fly, “With my little eye, I saw him die.”

“Who killed Cock Robin?” “I,” said the sparrow, “With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin.”

You start out with one thing, end up with another, and nothing’s like it used to be, not even the future.

You start out with one thing, end up with another, and nothing’s like it used to be, not even the future.

SPIRIT RULES SECRETLY ALONE THE BODY ACHIEVES NOTHING is something you know instinctively at fourteen and can still remember even with hell in your head at sixteen.

SPIRIT RULES SECRETLY ALONE THE BODY ACHIEVES NOTHING is something you know instinctively at fourteen and can still remember even with hell in your head at sixteen.

We’re leaving Babylon We’re going to our Father’s land.

It’s only a matter of time, Indian you can’t sleep with the river forever.

Every day the bucket a go a well One day the bottom a go drop out.

Fish bones walked the waves off Hatteras And there were other signs That Death wooed us, by water, wooed us By land:

And here I sit so patiently Waiting to find out what price You have to pay to get out of Going through all these things twice.

How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen They’d probably put my head in a guillotine But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life and life only

From the fool’s gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying.

From the fool’s gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying.

But I was so much older then I’m younger than that now.

But I was so much older then I’m younger than that now.

Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Crying like a fire in the sun Look out, the saints are comin’ through And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

The order is Rapidly fadin’. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin’.

The order is Rapidly fadin’. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin’.

When your rooster crows at the break of dawn Look out your window and I’ll be gone You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on Don’t think twice, it’s all right

Of all the questions you might want to ask about angels, the only one you ever hear is how many can dance on the head of a pin. No curiosity about how they pass the eternal time besides circling the Throne chanting in Latin or delivering a crust of bread to a hermit on earth or guiding a boy and a girl across a rickety wooden bridge.

I shouldered a kind of manhood stepping in to lift the coffins of dead relations.