"Mad Mad Me" as written by and Wendy Waldman....
Carrying on a conversation
Looking in your eyes
The words they seem to pass us by
You know as well as I

How many kinds of tribulation
Must a friend endure
The years, they leave a man unsure
Of where to beg when he is poor

Whoa baby, how I love you
Mad as I think you are
Guess you think I'm crazy too
But mad, mad me, I love you

Carrying on in a world of silence
Your eyes aflame to me
They jump and burn and make me see
How much to you I want to be
How much to you I want to be

Whoa baby, how I love you
Mad as I think you are
Guess you think I'm crazy too
But mad, mad me, I love you

Whoa baby, how I love you
Mad as I think you are
Guess you think I'm crazy too
But mad, mad me, I love you

But mad, mad me I love you


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    General CommentTears in silent movies
    Watching Marie Dressler address humanity
    Would she hide in her room
    And come back cheerful for breakfast?
    Or lock her door and stare through
    The window for sidestreet spies?
    Listen at the keyhole for Hitlerian invisible gas?
    Dream in a chair?
    Or mock me in front of a mirror—alone?
    Great heads—pendulous over Alice in Wonderland

    A blackboard full of CAT
    Went to bed exhausted
    Wanting to leave the world
    Said I love you—next to her arm
    I would have cried
    She waved, tears in her eyes
    And said—why did you do this to me?
    Kissed her and said—I did it for the best
    I had a heart condition

    Ginsberg (paraphrased)
    sillybunnyon September 16, 2006   Link
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    General CommentThe darling one was naked
    And knowing my wish
    Ravishes me into ecstasy
    I love to madness, the mingling of sounds and light
    In one intricacy
    Meanwhile under the care of an unseen angel
    The child revels in the sun’s bright force
    I love the thought of those naked days!

    Poor, perfect beauty
    A grand river breaks as your tears fall into my anxious heart
    I am drunk with your lie
    She weeps … mad girl …

    Now in the whole world, there’s no horror quite
    So cold and cruel as this boundless night
    But the grass greenest heavens of childish love
    The simple heaven full of stolen joys
    You sing the dawn that in my heart is aching
    Love which no sun could ever put to flight

    Baudelaire [paraphrased]
    sillybunnyon September 30, 2006   Link

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