Turn Back The Clock

Plead Insanity

Okay... This was written for someone.
Just shoving it on here for a reference. 

We're All Here

The Beat Poem says it all, but here are the Lyrics/Words;

It’s time to say thank you,
For everything you’ve done,
You’ve climbed to the top 
And sincerely you’ve won, 
I can’t express my thoughts of you true,
Its just some love from me to you.
You’ve helped me through thick and thin,
From the bottom of the ocean,
Which I’ve been held in,
Well one could say I’ve been drowned,
Constantly sat on by life, held down,
Bring in the violins to help with this tale,
Of the magnificence of one Australian male,
Its time for a more violent beat,
And for you good sir, this is my treat;

With your Darkside twin,
You’ve helped me through,
And for that I feel love you,
Your music is the key,
To the box with the cure,
Its melody lifted me high,
When I couldn’t take any more.

I’ve cried to sleep,
Night after night,
Until your music came along,
I grew stronger overnight, 
Nothing Can Stop Us Now,
We’re soaring through the clouds,
Its a confession, Its true,
But I wouldn’t be anywhere without you.

I’m Drowned, you cry,
Tears filling in my eyes,
You convey such emotion,
Such devotion, 
You’ve helped me through the Storm,
To somewhere warm;
White Wine in the Sun,
It’s begun.

I’m getting better,
Shed my sweater…
Listen to You Grew On Me,
Take a moment or three,
Take in his views,
Feel its Beauty,
Stubbly beard, wild hair and goatee.

It’s Not Perfect, he does say,
Delicate just like Ballet,
But we all disagree,
We all see its true Beauty, 
Nothing you do will ever push me away,
I will always be one that will forever stay.

You don’t know we exist,
But there are hundreds of us here,
Who have followed you,
As you progress,
On through your career,
So you can have a Darkside,
And we can get a bit Angry,
But in truth,
We’re all just one big family,

You saved me, Tim,
With your eye-liner eyes,
From the depths of despair,
Drowned in other peoples lies,
You express your opinions with open confidence,
And it astounds me how,
You do these things which I have always been disallowed.

I’m not perfect but you’ve taught me to see,
That I could be whoever I wanted to be,
But my Teenage Years have got me by the throat,
And I feel like that sacrificial, bloody horned goat, 

It’s Just Like 1984,
People knock on my front door,
Tell me that I’m wrong,
Que the Pope Song.

Not everybody see’s what I want to be as good,
Not ever has anybody fully understood,
I’m In A Cage,
Feel surrounded by nothing but rage,
In this day and age,
Some People Have It Worse Than I,
I know,
But I just Feel Like Going Home,
Like giving up and crying alone.

Then you come on my iPod,
On the shuffle you’re there,
Singing sweet Lullaby’s with your teased up hair,
It’s like you’re whispering ‘I’m Here’
Just there, in my ear,
It’s comforting to think,
That in just a blink,
I can hear your voice and forget about all the noise,
Ignore the negative and focus on your lyrics. 

You’re a Rock and Roll Nerd with a very big heart,
And in my life, you play such a big part,
You keep me on my toes and away from the bad,
Away from the terrible start I’ve had,

I guess you could be wondering who it is I speak,
And if you don’t know then you warrant a shriek,
This young man with ginger stubble on his chin,
Is none other than Mr. Tim Minchin.

His eyes tell drafts of a million stories,
Straying away from his former glories,
My heart throbs whenever he Tweets in pain,
I just want to hold you and your untamed mane. 

Thank you so much, Tim for being around,
You hilariously funny, make-up clown,
If I didn’t have you, then I don’t know… 
But I guess… it’s time I should go.

MiniMinchin