You sons of Adam, you daughters of Eve
The time has come to take your love-torn hearts off your sleeve
Look, look about you
What, what do you see?
Love-sick, love-lorn, love-wrecked, love-worn...
Boo hoomanity
They'll be no peace on earth until this curse
Is wiped off from this love-mapped universe
Are we mice or are we men? Can't you see the light?
Come you fellow victims, let's unite
Down with love, the flowers and rice and shoes
Down with love, the root of all midnight blues
Down with things that give you that well-known pain
Take that mood and wrap it in cellophane
Down with love, let's liquidate all its friends
Like moons, Junes, roses and rainbows' ends
Down with songs that moan about night and day
Down with love, just take it away, away
Take it away, take it away
Give it back to the birds, and the bees and the Viennese
Down with eyes, romantic and stupid
Down with signs, down with cupid
Ruttle that stuff that duff
Down with love
Down with love
Down with love
Down, down, down, with love
You have heard that you should love your neighbour and hate your enemy. But I say to you, love your enemy. - Dusty Miller
When Dusty Miller died, something in the hearts and minds of every man died with him. What we had somehow managed to hold on to for years of survival now seemed utterly meaningless. Like God Himself was playing a cruel joke on us all. And so I remembered Dusty's words so very long ago, "Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit." - Ernest Gordon
How does a man repay a selfless act - when his life is saved at the expense of another. - Ernest Gordon
Who does not hope, to know and understand her strangest passion. Where she grips at all labours, and always the heaviest plight. When at once she grasps, all pleasures and the daintiest delight. Who has the sense, to belong and grow in her fittest portion.