Crazy, but that’s how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it’s not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate
Mental wounds not healing
Life’s a bitter shame
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train
I’ve listened to preachers
I’ve listened to fools
I’ve watched all the dropouts
Who make their own rules
One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you have the role
Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train
I know that things are going wrong for me
You gotta listen to my words
Yeh-h
Heirs of a cold war
That’s what we’ve become
Inheriting troubles I’m mentally numb
Crazy, I just cannot bear
I’m living with something that just isn’t fair
Mental wounds not healing
Who and what’s to blame
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train
–Oswald Osbourne
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We are SO playing this for one of our open mics at church. How’s next week for you?
My thoughts exactly … but first I want to know the identity of this Oswald Osbourne? It’s not the alter-ego of Ozzy is it? But maybe that would be good …
Oh come on, Sonja? Don’t you know any Black Sabbath???
I was thinking more like…
*Slow down, you move too fast, you’ve got to make the morning last
Just kickin’ down the cobble-stones, lookin’ for fun and feelin’ groovy*
……..someday, someday soon!
Nope … no Black Sabbath for me. It was too harsh. I’m a lily-white girl … into punk … not hard rock. Into real music … not lyrics.
The Lighthusband called and I meant to add this at the very end of my comment:
So mentally add that to the above, please. Because I don’t mean to sound so smug, I’m really being sort of cheeky.
Thanks for stepping on my post for *today*, oh mighty Architect. Now I’ll have to come up with something else!
I’m with you, Sonja!
Funny — through the first, oh, third of this post, I’m thinking, “Sheesh, Mike, too rhymey. You can do better than this!” (sorry about the judgment there from someone who doesn’t even try.) Then it turned out not to be you at all — whew!
Was this back when Ozzy had a few brain cells to keep each other company? Or did he do lyrics? (never mind — I can ask my resident music expert.)