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With a mind that's satisfied

With a mind that's satisfied
That big ice cream cone in the sky
Floats right on by
The satisfied mind never needs more
It never forgets whatever it's for

Beyond control of hot and cold
With a mind that's satisfied
Each one goes together alone
With a mind that's satisfied

In the middle of a heat wave
An ice cold drink is a major find
In the long, dead-end of winter
Frozen lovers dream of fire

With a mind that's satisfied

With a mind that's satisfied
Lucky ones learn that love is blind
They don't deny
The satisfied mind never needs more
Never regrets and never keeps score

Beyond control of hot and cold
With a mind that's satisfied
Each one goes together alone
With a mind that's satisfied

In the middle of a heat wave
An ice cold drink is a major find
Simple facts you can depend on
Bits and pieces of desire

With a mind that's satisfied
That big ice cream cone floats on by
With a mind that's satisfied
Lucky ones learn that love is blind

With a mind that's satisfied

The satisfied mind is satisfied
The satisfied mind is satisfied
The satisfied mind is satisfied




I need to be cleansed
It's time to make amends
For all of the fun
The damage is done
And I feel diseased
I'm down on my knees
And I need forgiveness
Someone to bear witness
To the goodness within
Beneath the sin
Although I may flirt
With all kinds of dirt
To the point of disease
Now I want release
From all this decay
Take it away
And somewhere
There's someone who cares
With a heart of gold
To have and to hold








Please come on in and sit you down
And partake of the feast
I count you all the friends I have
The ones i like the least

I'll shelter you from darkness
As it clouds over the earth
For the world is in a Turmoil
And life has lost its worth
Black shall be your christmas
And sad tidings to you all
I'll put my gift under the tree
Wait for the ash to fall

I'll give you guns and bombs
And all my military plans
I'll give you my machines
And a list of my demands


The lord of Misrule
Lord of the feast of fools
Not mischievous but cruel
The lord of Misrule

I'll bring you to your knees
Before festivities begin
I'll might be a lord
But please don't let me in


I'll be the last one laughing
At the ending of the world
I'll point my finger at you
Say you got what you deserve

Take pleasure in your misery
I'll revel in your shame
A little festive schadenfreude
Wicked party game
So take your chance to steal
All that you covet every day
Betray your friends and break their hearts
Come on and make a play
They'd only do the same to you
So don't regret a thing
Bring your deceits to the table
And let the feast begin


The lord of Misrule
Lord of the feast of fools
Not mischievous but cruel
The lord of Misrule

I'll bring you to your knees
Before festivities begin
I'll might be a lord
But please don't let me in


The lord of Misrule
Lord of the feast of fools
Not mischievous but cruel
The lord of Misrule

I'll bring you to your knees
Before festivities begin
I'll might be a lord
But please don't let me in


So face the sun until
The shadow falls behind you
'cause i'm the lord and i
Will always find you

So face the sun until
The shadow falls behind you
'cause i'm the lord and i
Will always find you






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Come one, come all!
Leave your looms and milking stools
Coop the hens and pen the mules

Come one, come all!
Close the churches and the schools
It's the day for breaking rules

Come and join the feast of...

[Clopin:]
Fools!

Once a year we throw a party here in town
Once a year we turn all Paris upside down
Ev'ry man's a king and ev'ry king's a clown
Once again it's Topsy Turvy Day

It's the day the devil in us gets released
It's the day we mock the prig and shock the priest
Ev'rything is topsy turvy at the Feast of Fools!

[Crowd:]
Topsy turvy!

[Clopin:]
Ev'rything is upsy daysy!

[Crowd:]
Topsy turvy!

[Clopin:]
Ev'ryone is acting crazy
Dross is gold and weeds are a bouquet
That's the way on Topsy Turvy Day

[All:]
Topsy Turvy!

[Clopin and Crowd:]
Beat the drums and blow the trumpets

[All:]
Topsy Turvy!

[Clopin and Crowd:]
Join the bums and thieves and strumpets
Streaming in from Chartres to Calais

[Clopin:]
Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy
On the sixth of "Januervy"

[Clopin and Crowd:]
All because it's Topy Turvy Day!

[Clopin:]
Come one, come all!
Hurry, hurry, here's your chance
See the myst'ry and romance

Come one, come all
See the finest girl in France
Make an entrance to entrance
Dance, la Esmeralda
Dance!

Here it is, the moment you've been waiting for
Here it is, you know exactly what's in store
Now's the time we laugh until our sides get sore
Now's the time we crown the King of Fools!

So make a face that's horrible and frightening
Make a face as gruesome as a gargoyle's wing
For the face that's ugliest will be the King of Fools!
Why?

[Crowd:]
Topsy turvy!

[Clopin:]
Ugly folk, forget your shyness

[Crowd:]
Topsy turvy!

[Clopin:]
You could soon be called Your Highness!

[Crowd:]
Put your foulest features on display
Be the king of Topsy Turvy Day!

[Clopin:]
Ev'rybody!

[Crowd:]
Once a year we throw a party here in town

[Clopin:]
Hail to the king!

[Crowd:]
Once a year we turn all Paris upside down

[Clopin:]
Oh, what a king!

[Crowd:]
Once a year, the ugliest will wear a crown

[Clopin:]
Girls, give a kiss

[Clopin and Crowd:]
Once a year on Topsy Turvy Day

[Clopin:]
We've never had a king like this

[Clopin and Crowd:]
And it's the day we do the things that we deplore
On the other three hundred and sixty-four

Once a year we love to drop in
Where the beer is never stoppin'
For the chance to pop some popinjay
And pick a king who'll put the "top" in
Topsy Turvy Day!

Mad and crazy, upsy-daisy, Topsy Turvy Day!




Oh I bet your life
You're sick of the sight
Of those eat in, take out, throw up pizza bars
Love's just got to pass your way in time
You smell of prison, smell of crime
I just didn't want to say I told you so
Someone called hey yesterday boy!
Take your well worn body away from my sight
Friends run like rats from a sinking ship
Leaving you naked to the night
Now you're known as the last resort
By the vultures on the make
They say
You have to eat the hamburger
To appreciate the steak
You always feel the sting of words
As children are so cruel
They called you ugly, ugly head
When you were at school
You've tried to make the best of things
But it seems you've given in
They call you ugly, ugly head
Something makes you feel the living sin
Things must feel so insecure
When you're on your last legs
You're swimming in the coffee pot
Drowning in the dregs
But you haven't got the sense to die
(or get a decent job)
To look into a mirror
Or at the very worst some kind of god
You need something to believe in
I just wish it was yourself
Try to summon up the guts
To rectify your ailing health
For there's something round the corner
Waiting just out of sight
That'll stop you feeling low and limp
And naked to the night
You always feel the sting of words
As children are so cruel
They called you ugly, ugly head
When you were at school
You've tried to make the best of things
But it seems you've given in
They call you ugly, ugly head
Something makes you feel the living sin

Ni el más fuerte, ni el más inteligente. El que sobrevive es el que mejor se adapte.
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