Asylum Ark

Asylum Ark

Verse 1
Through all of time they cast out the strange,
Burned them alive, branded insane.
Madmen are dangerous, they block the way,
Hard to explain — it’s easier to slay.
And now the “normal” world has its new law:
Ratched makes sure you don’t look back at all.
Into a world where a banana’s art,
Where fanatics’ feelings are sacred at heart.
Where Tourette’s fits pass for laughter and cheer,
Where parades of apes march through the sphere.
No lions in savannah — it’s humans instead,
And the crowd applauds: “This is love,” they said.
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Chorus
Big Chief Bromden, lock the bars again, 
Before the “normals” crawl into our den! 
Let Baudelaire say flowers bloom from evil,
Here there’s no place for such deceitful.
With McMurphy I heed Zarathustra’s voice, 
He damns all the sheep for their cowardly choice.
And Jim, old man, depressed in the end,
Starts again: “This is the end, my friend.”
But if at least ten can be found
Who choose to leave Sodom’s ground,
The world still has a chance to mend,
And maybe, just maybe, it won’t end.
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Verse 2
They gave us for breakfast out of Kafka’s box,
And I saw someone staring out of my oats..
I knew you, Samsa, don’t hide in fear,
No one will hurt you, you’re welcome here.
Among us you can live, unmasked,
To play the “normal” role is no task.
The orderlies fled, carefree and free,
The head doc bought a house by the sea.
He stole the door from our dirty stall,
Our scribbles admired by the world and all.
Now it hangs in the hall of MoMA so bright,
And Warhol, they say, can’t sleep from delight.
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Chorus
Big Chief Bromden, lock the bars again, 
Before the “normals” crawl into our den! 
Let Baudelaire say flowers bloom from evil,
Here there’s no place for such deceitful.
With McMurphy I heed Zarathustra’s voice, 
He damns all the sheep for their cowardly choice.
And Jim, old man, depressed in the end,
Starts again: “This is the end, my friend.”
But if at least ten can be found
Who choose to leave Sodom’s ground,
The world still has a chance to mend,
And maybe, just maybe, it won’t end.
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Verse 3 (the chaos)
Who’s banging the door? — (Timothy.)
What, the fool? — (No, Leary). — Then let him in, you see.
He’ll tune and turn us on,
Fix what’s glitching before it’s gone.
McKenna’s on kitchen duty today,
So food of the gods is on its way.
Lilly, bring all the tables to the center,
We’ll show Aldous what heavens enter.
Carlito, remind Genaro, old clown,
To shit more softly, the mountains shake down.
This ain’t the hills, here people stay,
No door, no lock, just madness at play.
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Chorus
Big Chief Bromden, lock the bars again, 
Before the “normals” crawl into our den! 
Let Baudelaire say flowers bloom from evil,
Here there’s no place for such deceitful.
With McMurphy I heed Zarathustra’s voice, 
He damns all the sheep for their cowardly choice.
And Jim, old man, depressed in the end,
Starts again: “This is the end, my friend.”
But if at least ten can be found
Who choose to leave Sodom’s ground,
The world still has a chance to mend,
And maybe, just maybe, it won’t end.