Campfire Stories
So many campfire tales
we tell
while gathered around
bonfired book barbeques
The stories burn
while the meaning of irony is never truly lost
we tell
while gathered around
bonfired book barbeques
The stories burn
while the meaning of irony is never truly lost
Those desired tales
are now in a fire that's burning in you,
but I guess that's the price you pay for not knowing the cost
If the books could talk,
they'd say
"Lets leave 'em blooded in their own barbarity"
But we could never have it that way,
for they've always needed us to speak
they'd say
"Lets leave 'em blooded in their own barbarity"
But we could never have it that way,
for they've always needed us to speak
And regrettably so,
for we don't do it with any clarity
All the things we say
only end wind up weak
And in weakness, none-
no strength has come,
only disparity
Wisdom in tomes
trapped in your home on the shelf
no strength has come,
only disparity
Wisdom in tomes
trapped in your home on the shelf
Continually bound
confinably down
and only emancipated in rarity,
but the meaning's lost
as it's a sin to swear allegiance to thyself
And so we're seated around
a bonfired book barbeque
The stories are bound
as we've found them burned in you
a bonfired book barbeque
The stories are bound
as we've found them burned in you
And on the verge of changing
all we savagely do,
the stories were bound
to be found in you
But all I savagely knew
is that I could recall a gentler time
A time so unlike this time of mine
is that I could recall a gentler time
A time so unlike this time of mine
But it doesn't matter now
as we sit around
all we've so ruinously wreaked
All we do is sit around
and wait for the next to speak
These are not books, lumps of lifeless paper, but minds alive on the shelves. From each of them goes out its own voice, as inaudible as the streams of sound conveyed by electric waves beyond the range of our hearing; and just as the touch of button on our stereo will fill the room with music, so by opening one of these volumes, one can call into range a voice far distant in time and space, and hear it speaking, mind to mind, heart to heart. - Gilbert Highet
