“My”
Favourite Things
By
Sauvik
von Chakraverti
Warm rain in bright sunshine,
A
huge spliff, of course,
Holy
Smoke blowin’
Cold
beers for the thirst,
Books,
reggae music,
They
provide me much zing,
These
are quite truly,
MY
favourite things.
So
when the blues strike!
When
the cops ring!
Or
when friends fall out.
I
simply reach for MY favourite things,
And
then I soon feel,
So
GOOD!
Sweet,
pleasant weather,
As
by the coast,
Strolling
down beaches,
Without
too much clothes,
Smoking
huge spliffs,
Sipping
beers, of course,
These
are the pleasures,
I extol in MY verse.
'Coz when the blues strike!
When
cops ring!
Or
when friends fall out.
I
simply reach for MY favourite things,
And
then I soon feel,
So
GOOD!
I
never ever cared too much for the money,
Never
chased after girls,
Rarely
do I hit hard liquors,
And it ain't no secret I love smokin' grass,
Good
books and good music,
A
"Good Buzz" in MY head,
If
you think I need:
- "medical treatment"
- "re-arrangement"
- or "complete abstinence" (UGH!)
- "medical treatment"
- "re-arrangement"
- or "complete abstinence" (UGH!)
Fuck
off from my face.
'Coz when the blues strike!
Or
when cops ring!
When
friends fall out.
I
simply reach for MY favourite things…
While
you go get drunk!
Get
laid!
Crash
your
car!
Or
even worse!
Like fucking your liver,
Like getting the clap,
Like smashing your skull,
Big fuck-ups like that.
While Grateful Dead play,
With the volume real loud,
So the whole world can tell,
One dickhead has splat,
Directly to Hell,
Never coming back.
Like fucking your liver,
Like getting the clap,
Like smashing your skull,
Big fuck-ups like that.
While Grateful Dead play,
With the volume real loud,
So the whole world can tell,
One dickhead has splat,
Directly to Hell,
Never coming back.
Feel
free to do,
All
these stupid things,
With all your "errant ways."
With all your "errant ways."
What I ask of you,
And
your ilk,
Is...
Is...
To be left well alone.
Both "well," and "alone."
Both "well," and "alone."
Well
alone.
Yes,
alone.
Alone.
ALONE!
GET
IT, ASSHOLE?
(To
be sung to the same tune as the one from the musical inspired by the von Trapps
of Salzburg, Austria; but the very fact that the lyrics differ so widely only
serves to prove the theoretical validity of the Viennese economist Carl
Menger’s original insight of 1871 that “value is subjective,” hence the
successful “pursuit of happiness,” for each and every Individual, requires
Liberty to reign; that One supposedly Omniscient Mind, as with the Omnipotent State, or its
Omnipotent Legislature, must never be allowed to decide what constitutes “happiness” for
each and every Individual, who has a mind of his own, with its own, very "subjective" idea as to where happiness may be found. Omnipotent Government is nothing but TYRANNY, anyway)

