イアン・ギランとウィリアム・ブレイク

Sweet child, in time you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man, he's shooting at the world
The bullets flying, they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have,
And you've not been hit,
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet.

You're only about four foot six,
but don't worry about it
'cause there's always someone smaller than you.
You're about seven foot fourteen,
don't worry about it either
you can get quite f***y because there's always somebody
one million stone heavier than you
are gonna smash you into the ground
You know what I mean?

教科書は教えてくれない「生きる意味」についての名言
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　　Little Fly
　　Thy summers play,
　　My thoughtless hand
　　Has brush'd away.

　　Am not I
　　A fly like thee?
　　Or art not thou
　　A man like me?

　　For I dance
　　And drink & sing:
　　Till some blind hand
　　Shall brush my wing.

　　If thought is life
　　And strength & breath
　　And the want
　　Of thought is death;

　　Then am I
　　A happy fly,
　　If I live,
　　Or if I die.