by Larry Fyffe
The philosophy of a professional pirate ~ a professional pirate does not rob – he steals:
But I being fond of true philosophy Say very often to myself, "Alas All things that have been born were born to die ..." (George Byron: Don Juan, Canto I)
Plays wasted words, proves to warn That he not busy being born is busy dying (Bob Dylan: It's Alright Ma)
But what is to be done? I can't allow The fellow to lie groaning on the road So take him up, I'll help you with the load (George Byron: Don Juan, Canto XI)
So when you see your neighbour carrying something Help him with his load And don't go mistaking Paradise For the home across the road (Bob Dylan: The Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest)
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Whose frown would put the spheres all out of tune Whose smile makes all the planets dance with mirth (George Byron: Don Juan, Canto V)
She looked at me with an irresistible glance With a smile That could make all the planets dance (Bob Dylan: Marching To The City)
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You are asleep; I won't attempt to wake ye Sleep on, sleep on, while in you pleasant dreams Of reason, you may drink of life's clear streams (William Blake: You Don't Believe)
I was hoping we could drink from Life's clear streams I was hoping we could dream Life's pleasant dreams (Bob Dylan: Marching To The City)
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When He said, "Only believe, believe and try! Try, try, and never mind the reason why!" (William Blake: You Don't Believe)
Tell old Bill when he comes home Anything is worth a try Tell him that I'm not alone That the hour has come to do or die (Bob Dylan: Tell Old Bill)
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Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry (William Blake:The Tiger)
Tiger, tiger, burning bright I pray the Lord my soul to keep In the forest of the night Cover'im over, and let him sleep