A writer must “know and have an ever-present consciousness that this world is a world of fools and rogues… tormented with envy, consumed with vanity; selfish, false, cruel, cursed with illusions… He should free himself of all doctrines, theories, etiquettes, politics…” —Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914?). “The nobility of the writer's occupation lies in resisting oppression, thus in accepting isolation” —Albert Camus (1913-1960). “What are you gonna do” —Bertha Brown (1895-1987).
Games People Play by Joe South
ReplyDeleteWell, the games people play,
every night and every day now
never meanin’ what they say now,
never sayin’ what they mean
While they wile away the hours,
in their ivory towers
‘til they’re covered up with flowers,
in the back of a black limousine
(Refrain): La la la la la da da da
la la la la la de de de
talkin’ about you and me
and the games people play
Well, we make one another cry,
break a heart, and we say goodbye
cross our hearts, and we hope to die,
that the other was the blame
But neither one will ever give in,
so we gaze upon an eight-by-ten
think about things that might have been,
and it’s a dirty rotten shame (Refrain)
People walkin’ up to ya,
singin’ glory hallelujah
and they try to sock it to ya,
in the name of the lord
They’re gonna teach you how to meditate,
read your horoscope, cheat your faith
and fill you up with hell and hate,
then they get up and go (Refrain)
Look around, tell me what you see,
what’s happenin’ to you and me
God grant me the serenity,
to remember who I am
‘Cause you’re givin’ up your sanity,
for your pride and your vanity
turn your back on humanity,
and you don’t give a damn (Refrain)