“I have heard of your paintings well enough. God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another! Go to, I’ll no more on’t, it hath made me mad.”
The Who’s song ‘Can You See the Real Me’ illustrates the reality that many of us are unaware of:
I went back to the doctor
To get another shrink.
I sit and tell him about my weekend,
But he never betrays what he thinks.
Can you see the real me, doctor?
I went back to my mother
I said, “I’m crazy ma, help me.”
She said, “I know how it feels son,
‘Cause it runs in the family.”
Can you see the real me, mother?
The cracks between the paving stones
Look like rivers of flowing veins.
Strange people who know me
Peeping from behind every window pane.
The girl I used to love
Lives in this yellow house.
Yesterday she passed me by,
She doesn’t want to know me now.
Can you see the real me, can you?
I ended up with the preacher,
Full of lies and hate,
I seemed to scare him a little
So he showed me to the golden gate.
Can you see the real me preacher?
Can you see the real me doctor?
Can you see the real me mother?
Can you see the real me?
GROG Premium Member almost 14 years ago
Yeah, I’m not up on the clown pants either.
ksoskins almost 14 years ago
A little bitty tear let me down, spoiled my act as a clown I had it made up not make a frown, but a little bitty tear let me down.
fritzoid Premium Member almost 14 years ago
“I have heard of your paintings well enough. God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another! Go to, I’ll no more on’t, it hath made me mad.”
SherriannPederson almost 14 years ago
The Who’s song ‘Can You See the Real Me’ illustrates the reality that many of us are unaware of:
I went back to the doctor To get another shrink. I sit and tell him about my weekend, But he never betrays what he thinks.
Can you see the real me, doctor?
I went back to my mother I said, “I’m crazy ma, help me.” She said, “I know how it feels son, ‘Cause it runs in the family.”
Can you see the real me, mother?
The cracks between the paving stones Look like rivers of flowing veins. Strange people who know me Peeping from behind every window pane. The girl I used to love Lives in this yellow house. Yesterday she passed me by, She doesn’t want to know me now.
Can you see the real me, can you?
I ended up with the preacher, Full of lies and hate, I seemed to scare him a little So he showed me to the golden gate.
Can you see the real me preacher? Can you see the real me doctor? Can you see the real me mother? Can you see the real me?
CatComixzStudios almost 14 years ago
I wouldn’t want to date a mime… sure, they wouldn’t argue with you, but they do have the power to make ropes out of thin air… AND WALLS!…
Come to think of it, mimes would make good carpinters.