Burn not our books, leave the scrolls in their racks Even knowing their contents obscene I yearn that you look and control your attacks Making ashes from paper, boiling ink into steam So listen please people, to the words that I sing before you return to your homes for the evening And please just desires, to keep happy and fed But leave prophets or liars so they still be read And please douse the fires, let's go home to our beds And let's focus on more pressing evils instead When you burn up the words of an author who's dead Pages pressed in a different time You deprive those yet born of the chance to have read Different thoughts from a different mind If those words posed a challenge to the Violent and strong they lose any chance to ignite Better deeds amongst those who might try to right wrongs Our better lives for the wrong who might try to do right If our young can't aspire to stay sheltered and fed With the skills of a civilized mind Then our young may conspire to slay and plunder instead Leaving learning and reason behind We've learned ways to live with such freedom and ease holding disease and starvation at bay but our ways must rely on such records as these And so our lives will get harder as we burn them away Burn not our books, leave the scrolls in their racks Even knowing their contents obscene I yearn that you look and control your attacks Heaving glowing coals on peoples' hard work and dreams So listen now please, precious moments I ask before you return to your mandated task And please douse the fires, and go home instead We'll take down the pyres, to save what can still be read And please just desires, to keep happy and fed And we'll clean up the mess in the morning It may seem that recordings of partisan hacks can preserve no great fuel for our minds But their arguments will live so much longer, in fact reocurring to hacks throughout time If you know that some parts of our lives do not change Despite the law of the land or the year It Might help you decide when you try to arrange To act with a purpose, not react in fear So please Burn not our books, leave the scrolls in their racks Even knowing their contents obscene I yearn that you look and control your attacks Heaving glowing coals on paper printed with dreams So listen fair people, to you I must plead Ignore primal fears, and think of our needs We can put out these fires, start talking instead Sort the prophets from liars, at least in our heads And then we'll retire, and discuss while we're fed Using coals to cook beans and not books If what you hate are the words that are scratched by the reed Then you still have an option of peace Don't censor or burn one lone madman's screed Or his legend and fame will increase If instead you can answer his scrawlings in turn and produce a more reasoned retort Then people will listen, and your ideas will have earned A place in the schools and the courts [this needs all kinds of revision Ideas are born well before the men they impel to destroy or refine what they see With me poor or well, abhor the men who compel You to be as they want you to be In your readings you may learn of people who claimed to hold ethics and virtues most just but they then needed neither to rob and to maim they said that to be just, we must do what we must Burn not our books, leave the scrolls in their racks Even knowing their contents obscene I yearn that you look, and control your attacks Making ashes and dust of a dead person's dreams So please drop your torch, and end me your ear I'm armed but with words, you have nothing to fear And try to inspire better thinking instead Building better desires from the words you have read And when you retire, and lay in your deathbed You'll have no regrets, in the end

Hava nagila הבה נגילה Let's rejoice Hava nagila הבה נגילה Let's rejoice Hava nagila ve-nismeḥa הבה נגילה ונשמחה Let's rejoice and be happy (repeat) Hava neranenah הבה נרננה Let's sing Hava neranenah הבה נרננה Let's sing Hava neranenah ve-nismeḥa הבה נרננה ונשמחה Let's sing and be happy (repeat) Uru, uru aḥim! !עורו, עורו אחים Awake, awake, my brothers! Uru aḥim be-lev sameaḥ עורו אחים בלב שמח Awake my brothers with a happy heart (repeat line four times) Uru aḥim, uru aḥim! !עורו אחים, עורו אחים Awake, my brothers, awake, my brothers! Be-lev sameaḥ בלב שמח With a happy heart

People like to pontificate, and love to tell you that The moon's a false projection and the world is really flat Things can't just be good or bad, and there's no real way to know To say you have an answer is to let your privilege show The laws of physics stay the same, regardless how you feel I hope you and I, at least can cry, that reality is real Reality is real, Reality is real. The stars in the sky are burning gaseous spheres Math works all right, and Physics makes it clear That reality is basically real Sometimes I almost lose my mind when somebody tells me that It might be true for me, but for them there'r different facts Because they want it to be that way, that way then it is We'll repeat the same old bullshit that were fed to us as kids Well, our behavior has to change, regardless how we feel I hope you can take a stand, and present a strong appeal that reality is real Chorus Two The worlds a complex place, there's many questions left to ask how god or krishna made us, and for what spiritual task how can we know what came before, if none of us were there? We must trust revealed knowledge from a god who truly cares enough to lead our Lives with threats of hell inside our heads Well, I hope that you've dodged that trap and come to see instead that reality is real Chorus Three Perhaps you've come across folks who think they can read the stars and learn about the future by just shufflling their cards and speak to ancient lifeforms in amethyst or jade And let spinal sublimation cure the problems that you've made For your body by not feeling your chakras pulse with chi But I must insist, they prove all this, before giving up my plea, that reality is real, reality is real. (GO to minor six on the first one, then resolve.)

People like to pontificate, and love to tell you that The moon's a false projection and the world is really flat Things can't just be good or bad, and there's no real way to know To say you have an answer is to let your privilege show The laws of physics stay the same, regardless how you feel I hope you and I, at least can cry, that reality is real Reality is real, Reality is real. The stars in the sky are burning gaseous spheres Math works all right, and Physics makes it clear That reality is basically real Sometimes I almost lose my mind when somebody tells me that It might be true for me, but for them there'r different facts Because they want it to be that way, that way then it is We'll repeat the same old bullshit that were fed to us as kids Well, our behavior has to change, regardless how we feel I hope you can take a stand, and present a strong appeal that reality is real Chorus Two The worlds a complex place, there's many questions left to ask how god or krishna made us, and for what spiritual task how can we know what came before, if none of us were there? We must trust revealed knowledge from a god who truly cares enough to lead our Lives with threats of hell inside our heads Well, I hope that you've dodged that trap and come to see instead that reality is real Chorus Three Perhaps you've come across folks who think they can read the stars and learn about the future by just shufflling their cards and speak to ancient lifeforms in amethyst or jade And let spinal sublimation cure the problems that you've made For your body by not feeling your chakras pulse with chi But I must insist, they prove all this, before giving up my plea, that reality is real, reality is real. (GO to minor six on the first one, then resolve.)

A little seal played with his friends on the coasts of Brittany, Clever games with no real end, playing just for the glee But too much vigor and noisy zeal, Frightened all the elder seals, Fearing that the predators would hear their joyous squeals So the elders, to protect the young one (though not cruel sea folk) Affixed a Bridle to the pup, And around his neck a yoke To keep him tethered to the herd, Not going where he pleased. Though it seemed cruel, the group conferred, This pod has pressing needs Though not cruel folk, The elders spoke Over the young one’s pleas The bridle bit and dragged him down and his pointless playing ended Why kiss the sun and open air, when there’s salmon to be tended? But he still thought of the days Held between the sun and waves He still concerned the elders when they saw his longing gaze So the elders, to protect the young one (though not cruel sea folk) Fed him bits of cone snail, Blowfish bladder and urchin yolk To keep his thoughts how they preferred, Not going where he pleased. Though it seemed cruel, the group conferred, This pod has pressing needs Though not cruel folk, The elders spoke Over the young one’s pleas His thoughts obscured, his blubber waned, but he always came when called He became demur, with actions pained, but no longer a threat to all And he seldom thought about the days Exploring for new hidden Quays With freedom to act or think or feel, in new or novel ways So the elders, to protect the young ones (Although not cruel sea folk) Affixed the bridles to the pups, And fed them urchin yolk To keep them tethered to the herd, Not going where they pleased. Though it seemed cruel, the group conferred, This pod has pressing needs Though not cruel folk, The elders spoke Over the young one’s pleas