They Would Happy Be the Ones
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They Would Happy Be the Ones

A song by Paul Hall, written in Brisbane, Australia during his walkabout (a lengthy excursion done in order to become adult) in 1986.

I pass on the message I learned during the time of the eclipse of the sun and moon and of the advent of Halley's Comet.  It's a practical advise for happiness.

(c) by Paul Hall, 1987.

16kps mp3.  Download time approximately 171 seconds on a 28.8 modem.

 

They would happy be the ones

who finally did not send

their hopes into the elements

of that which does pretend

and vaunt into magnificence

a sedentary end

where die

the things 

men once called great

that armies did defend

 

For excellence emerges rough

into a blistering sun,

and where the difficult does sting

eternity's begun.

True happiness rejects the blend

of noxious with refined

to make of hopelessness

a start

in stalwart 

states of mind.

 

And then when courses

have been run

and this world's left behind

They would happy be the ones

who in the distance find

that Earth's despair

was just a bluff

where the dismal stayed entwined

into a state of changelessness

where could-have-seen

stays blind. 

 

For excellence emerges rough

into a blistering sun,

and where the difficult does sting

eternity's begun.

True happiness rejects the blend

of noxious with refined

to make of hopelessness

a start

in stalwart 

states of mind.

 

 



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