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  • Steven Smith

    The Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud
    by Steven Smith

    Solemn faced
    The village settles down
    Undetected by the stars
    And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to sleep
    And the last thing on his mind
    Is the Wild Eyed Boy imprisoned
    ‘Neath the covered wooden shaft
    Folds the rope
    Into its bag
    Blows his pipe of smolders
    Blankets smoke into the room
    And the day will end for some
    As the night begins for one
    Staring through the message in his eyes
    Lies a solitary son
    From the mountain called Freecloud
    Where the eagle dare not fly
    And the patience in his sigh
    Gives no indication
    For the townsmen to decide
    So the village Dreadful yawns
    Pronouncing gross diversion
    As the label for the dog
    Oh “It’s the madness in his eyes”
    As he breaks the night to cry:
    “It’s really me
    Really you
    And really me
    It’s so hard for us to really be
    Really you
    And really me
    You’ll lose me though I’m always
    Really free”
    And the mountain moved its eyes
    To the world of realize
    Where the snow had saved a place
    For the wild eyed boy
    From Freecloud
    And the village Dreadful cried
    As the rope began to rise
    For the smile stayed on the face
    Of the wild eyed boy
    From Freecloud
    And the women once proud
    Clutched the heart of the crowd
    As the boulders smashed down from the mountain’s hand
    And the magic in the stare
    Of the wild eyed boy said
    “Stop, Freecloud
    They won’t think to cut me down”
    But the cottages fell
    Like a playing card hell
    And the tears on the face
    Of the wise boy
    Came tumbling down
    To the rumbling ground
    And the missionary mystic of peace/love
    Stumbled to cry among the clouds
    Kicking back the pebbles
    From the Freecloud mountain

    Songwriters: Steven Smith

    Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV
    Music Publishing LLC, GoldenHog Music, BMG Rights Management

    • Dog

      calm down dude

  • Dog

    Yeah, sorry man, not trying to be rude, but you really need to be faster next time.

    We get a metaphor for the economic situation (in America, perhaps, maybe in the whole world), but who is Oliver in this metaphor? God?

  • Those mice sure are fast. As a fellow rodent, I can respect that.

  • Oh man, regular-me and YouTube-me are bleeding together and we’re even dumber than usual.