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The Nexus Suite/See How They Run, a Beatles' Medley
September 16, 2016
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NOTE: For singers who might run off a copy to use with the music, words in caps suggest emphasis. Lyrics in parentheses denote (background singers(.

A Beatles' Medley
Composition by M. Dawson Holland

THE NEXUS SUITE/SEE HOW THEY RUN

Turn off Your Mind
Relax
and float downstream
It is not dying, it Is not dying

Lay down All Thoughts
Surrender to The Void
It is Shining, it Is Shining

That You May See
the Meaning of With-In
It is Speaking, it Is Speaking

That Love is ALL
and Love is Everyone
It is Knowing, it Is Knowing

When Ignorance and Haste
may morn The Dead
It is Believing, it Is Believing

But Listen to the Color
of Your Dreams
It is not living, it Is not Living

Or Play
The GAME EXISTENCE
to The End
Of The Beginning,
of The Beginning
of The Beginning,
of THE BEGINNING...

(a beat)

...They told You ‘bout STRAWBERRY FIELDS:

...Let Me Take You Down
‘cause I'm Going to
Strawberry Fields
NOTHING
Is REAL
and,
No-thing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields Forever

Living is Easy
with EYES CLOSED
Misunderstanding ALL!
...you SEE!

It's getting hard to Be Someone
But, It ALL works out
It DOESN'T MATTER MUCH
To Me!

...No One, I Think, Is in My Tree
I mean It must be HIGH or low
(Left or Right, right or wrong)
That Is, you can't, you Know
TUNE IN
But, It's ALL RIGHT
That Is,
I Think It's not TOO BAD

...Always Know
Sometimes Think it's me
But, You know,
I Know
when It's a Dream
I Think I Know
I Mean,
A YES,
But,
It's all Wrong
That Is,
I THINK I DISAGREE

Let Me take You down
‘cause I'm Going To
Strawberry Fields...

...You Know!
The Place where No-thing-Is-Real
Well Here's Another Place You can GO
Where Everything FLOWS
Looking through the bent back tulips
To SEE How The Other Half Live

LOOKING THROUGH A GLASS Onion!

I'll Tell You ‘bout THE WALRUS
and me, man
You Know that we're as CLOSE
as can BE, man...

...I AM HE
AS YOU ARE HE
AS YOU ARE ME
AND WE ARE ALL
TOGETHER!

SEE HOW THEY RUN
Like Pigs from a gun
SEE HOW THEY FLY

I'm CRYING!

Sitting on a cornflake
Waiting for the ‘VAN
TO COME!

Corporation tee-shirt
Stupid bloody Tuesday Man
You been a naughty Boy
You Let Your Face Grow Long

I AM THE EGG-MAN
THEY are the Egg-men
I AM THE WALRUS...

...Mr. City Policeman
Sitting pretty
Little policemen
in a Row
SEE HOW THEY FLY
Like LUCY IN THE SKY...

...Picture Yourself
in a boat on a River
with tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody CALLS YOU
You ANSWER
quite slowly
A Girl with KALEIDOSCOPE EYES

Cellophane FLOWERS of yellow & green
Towering
OVER YOUR HEAD!

Look for The Girl with THE SUN in Her EYES
and She's gone!

...Follow Her down
to a BRIDGE by a Fountain
where Rocking Horse People
eat marshmallow pies

EVERYONE SMILES
as You DRIFT
past THE FLOWERS
that grow so INCREDIBLY HIGH
(over their heads)

NEWSPAPER taxis
appear on The Shore
WAITING
to TAKE YOU AWAY
Climb in THE BACK
with Your HEAD-IN-THE-CLOUDS
...and You're GONE...

...Picture Yourself
on a TRAIN-IN-A-STATION
with Plasticine Porters
with LOOKING GLASS ties
Suddenly Someone is There
at the Turnstile
The Girl with the KALEIDOSCOPE EYES

LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS!

...SEE HOW THEY FLY
like Lucy In The Sky
SEE HOW THEY RUN

I'm CRYING!

YELLOW MATTER custard
dripping from a Dead Dog's EYE
Crabalocker Fishwife
Pornographic Priestess
boy you been a naughty girl
you let your knickers down

I AM THE EGG-MAN
THEY are the Egg-men
I AM THE WALRUS...

Sitting in an English Garden
Waiting for THE SUN...

...HERE COMES THE SUN!
HERE COMES THE SUN!

I say, It's Alright!

Little Darling
It's BEEN a long long lonely WINTER

Little darling
It FEELS like YEARS since IT'S BEEN HERE...

Little Darling
The Smile's returning to Their Faces

Little Darling
It SEEMS like YEARS since IT'S BEEN HERE

SUN, SUN, SUN, HERE IT COMES!
SUN, SUN, SUN, HERE IT COMES!
SUN, SUN, SUN, HERE IT COMES!
SUN, SUN, SUN, HERE IT COMES!
SUN, SUN, SUN, HERE IT COMES!

Little Darling
I FEEL the ICE is SLOWly MELTing

Little Darling
It SEEMS like YEARS since IT'S BEEN CLEAR!

HERE COMES THE SUN!
HERE COMES THE SUN!

I say, It's Alright!

...If THE SUN don't COME
YOU get a tan from standing
in the English RAIN...

...If THE RAIN COMES
THEY RUN
and Hide Their Heads
They might as well BE Dead

When THE RAIN COMES
When THE RAIN COMES

If THE SUN SHINES
THEY Slip
into The Shade
sipping Their Kool-aid

When THE SUN SHINES
When THE SUN SHINES...

...I can show you
That IF
IT Starts TO RAIN
EVERYTHING"S the SAME

I CAN SHOW YOU!
I CAN SHOW YOU!

CAN YOU HEAR ME
That When IT
RAINS or SHINES
It's just a STATE OF MIND

CAN YOU HEAR ME!
CAN YOU HEAR ME!

...I AM THE EGG-MAN
THEY are the Egg-men
I AM THE WALRUS...

Expert, Text-pert, chokin' smokers
Don't You think the Joker laughs at You

SEE HOW THEY SMILE
like PIGS in a sty...

...Have You SEEN the little PIGGIES
Crawling in THE DIRT
and for ALL the little piggies
LIFE is GETTING WORSE
Always having DIRT
to PLAY around IN

Have You SEEN the BIGGER PIGGIES
in Their starched White Shirts
You will Find the bigger piggies
STIRRING UP THE DIRT
Always have CLEAN Shirts
to PLAY around IN

In Their Styes
With All Their BACKING
THEY don't CARE
What GOES ON around

In Their EYES
There's SOMETHING lacking
What THEY Need's
A DAMN GOOD WHACKING!

EVERYWHERE there's Lots of piggies
Living PIGGY LIVES
You will Find THEM
OUT TO LUNCH
with Their piggy wives
clutching forks & knives
to Eat Their
BACON...

...SEE HOW THEY SMILE
like Pigs in a sty
SEE HOW THEY SNIDE

I'M CRYING!

Semolina Pilchard's
Busting down the Ivory Tower

ELEMENTARY Penguin
Singing Hare Krishna
man You should have SEEN THEM kicking Edgar Allen Poe

...I AM THE EGG-HEAD
THEY are the Egg-heads
I AM THE WALRUS...

...I've TOLD You ‘bout
The WALRUS and me, man
Take note that We're
AS CLOSE as can BE, man

Well HERE'S Another Clue to go on
THE WALRUS was John

Standing on the CAST Iron shore, yeah...

...LADY MADONNA
CHILDREN at your feet
Wonder how You manage
to make ENDS MEET

WHO FINDS The MONEY
when You PAY THE RENT
DID YOU THINK
THAT MONEY
was HEAVEN SENT?

Friday night arrives without a suitcase
SUNDAY morning creep in LIKE A NUN
(1,2,3,4,5,6,7, all good children go to heaven)
Monday's Child has LEARNED to tie his bootlace

SEE HOW THEY RUN!

LADY MADONNA
BABY at Your breast
WONDERS how You manage
to feed THE REST...

...SEE HOW THEY RUN!

LADY MADONNA
Lying on the bed
Won't You Please Listen
To THE MUSIC
Playing in YOUR HEAD

Tuesday afternoons are NEVER-ENDING
Wednesday Morning Papers Didn't COME
Thursday night Your stockings needed mending

SEE HOW THEY RUN!

LADY MADONNA
CHILDREN at your feet
Wonder how You manage
to make ENDS MEET...

...Standing on the CAST Iron shore, yeah,
LADY MADONNA STILL TRYING TO MAKE ENDS MEET, yeah,

LOOKING THROUGH A GLASS ONION!

Oh, Yeah!
Oh, Yeah!
OH, YEAH!

LOOKING THROUGH A GLASS ONION!

They TOLD You ‘bout THE FOOL ON THE HILL...

...Day After Day
ALONE ON A HILL
The Man with the foolish Grin
is KEEPING perfectly Still

But, Nobody wants to Know Him
They can see that He's just a fool
and HE NEVER GIVES AN ANSWER

But, The Fool on the Hill
Sees THE SUN going down
and the EYES in His head
SEE the World SPINNING ROUND

Well ON THE WAY
Head in the CLOUD
the man of a Thousand VOICES
TALKING perfectly LOUD
But, Nobody ever HEARS Him
or the Sound He Appears to Make
and HE NEVER SEEMS to notice

But, The Fool on the Hill
Sees THE SUN going down
and the EYES in His head
SEE the World SPINNING ROUND

...and Nobody seems to Like Him
They can tell what He wants to do
and He Never Shows His feelings

But, The Fool on the Hill
Sees THE SUN going down
and the EYES in His head
SEE the World SPINNING ROUND

...HE NEVER LISTENS TO THEM
He knows that They're the fools
They don't like Him

The Fool on the Hill
Sees THE SUN going down
and the EYES in His head
SEE the World SPINNING ROUND

...I've told You ‘bout THE FOOL ON THE HILL
I TELL You man, He Living THERE STILL
We'll HERE'S Another PLACE You can BE
Won't You Please Listen to me...

...FIXING A HOLE where the rain gets IN
and stops My Mind from Wandering
WHERE IT will Go

I'm filling the CRACKS
that ran through THE DOOR
and kept My Mind from Wandering
WHERE IT will Go

And it really doesn't matter
If I'm wrong, I'm RIGHT
WHERE I BELONG, I'm right
Where I belong

SEE THE PEOPLE standing THERE
Who Disagree and NEVER WIN
and WONDER WHY THEY don't get IN MY DOOR

I'm PAINTING the ROOM
In a COLORFUL WAY
and WHEN My Mind is Wandering
THERE I will Go

And it really doesn't matter
If I'm wrong, I'm RIGHT
WHERE I BELONG, I'm right
Where I belong

SILLY PEOPLE RUN AROUND
THEY Worry Me
and Never Ask Me
WHY THEY don't get past MY DOOR

I'M TAKING the TIME
for a number of THINGS
that weren't IMPORTANT YESTERDAY
and I Still Go!

I'm FIXING A HOLE where THE RAIN gets IN
and stops My Mind from Wandering
WHERE IT will Go
where it WILL GO...

...FIXING A HOLE in THE OCEAN
tryin' to make a DOVE-TAIL Joint, YEAH!

LOOKING THROUGH A GLASS ONION!

(A beat)

I told You about STRAWBERRY FIELDS
You know the place where nothing is real
Well here's another place you can go
Where everything flows

Looking through the bent back tulips
To see how the other half live

Looking through a glass onion!

I told You about THE WALRUS and me man
You know that we're as close as can be man
Well here's another clue for you all
The Walrus was Paul

Standing on the cast iron shore yeah
LADY MADONNA still trying to make ends meet yeah

Looking through a glass onion!

Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

Looking through a glass onion!

I told You about THE FOOL ON THE HILL
I tell you man, he living there still
Well here's another place you can be
Listen to me

FIXING A HOLE in the ocean
Trying to make a dove-tail joint yeah

Looking through a glass onion!

...WE WERE TALKING
ABOUT
THE SPACE
Between US ALL

and the PEOPLE
WHO Hide themselves
BEHIND
THE WALL
of ILLUSION

NEVER GLIMPSE the TRUTH
then it's FAR too LATE
WHEN They pass away

WE WERE TALKING
ABOUT
the Love WE ALL could SHARE
When WE FIND IT
to try OUR BEST
to HOLD IT THERE

with OUR LOVE
WE could SAVE THE WORLD
IF THEY ONLY knew

Try to Realize
It's ALL WITHIN YOURSELF
No one Else can make You Change
and to SEE You're Really
ONLY VERY SMALL
and Life FLOWS ON With-in You
and With-out
You

WE WERE TALKING
ABOUT
the Love that's gone so COLD
and the PEOPLE
Who gain the World
and LOSE THEIR SOUL
THEY don't KNOW
THEY can't SEE
Are You one of Them?

WHEN YOU'VE SEEN
Beyond Yourself
THEN You may find
Peace of Mind
is Waiting THERE
AND the TIME WILL COME
WHEN YOU SEE
WE'RE ALL ONE
and Life FLOWS ON With-in You
and With-out
You

...When I get to The BOTTOM
I go back to The TOP
of The SLIDE
WHERE I Stop and I Turn
and I go for a RIDE
TILL I get to The BOTTOM
and I SEE YOU Again

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

But, Do You Don't You
Want Me to Love You
I'm COMING DOWN FAST
But I'm MILES ABOVE You

Tell Me, Tell Me, Tell Me
COME ON
Tell Me THE ANSWER
You may be a Lover
But You ain't NO DANCER

Now, HELTER SKELTER
(do you see how they run)
Helter Skelter
(don't you see how they run)
Helter Skelter
(do you see how they run, Hon'?)

Well, WILL You WON'T You
Want Me to MAKE You
I'm COMING DOWN FAST
But Don't Let Me BREAK YOU

Tell Me, Tell Me, Tell Me
COME ON
Tell Me THE ANSWER
You may be a Lover
But You ain't NO DANCER

Look Out, HELTER SKELTER
(do you see how they run)
Helter Skelter
(don't you see how they run)
Helter Skelter
(do you see how they run, Hon'?)

LOOK OUT, ‘CAUSE HERE SHE COMES!

When I get to The BOTTOM
I go back to The TOP
of The SLIDE
and I Stop and I Turn
and I go for a RIDE
TILL I get to The BOTTOM
and I SEE YOU Again

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Well, Do You Don't You
Want Me to MAKE You
I'm COMING DOWN FAST
But Don't Let Me BREAK YOU

Tell Me, Tell Me, Tell Me
COME ON
Tell Me THE ANSWER
You may be a Lover
But You ain't NO DANCER

Look Out, HELTER SKELTER
(do you see how they run)
Helter Skelter
(don't you see how they run)
Helter Skelter
(do you see how they run, Hon'?)

Look out, helter skelter
She's coming down fast
Yes she is
YES SHE IS

...COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, COME ON

COME ON is such a JOY
COME ON is such a JOY
COME ON Take IT EASY
COME ON Take IT EASY

TAKE IT easy
TAKE IT easy

EVERYBODY'S got SOMETHING to HIDE
Except for Me and My MONKEY

The DEEPER You go
The HIGHER You fly
The HIGHER You FLY
The DEEPER You GO
So come on,
COME ON

COME ON is such a JOY
COME ON is such a JOY
COME ON Make IT EASY
COME ON Make IT EASY

MAKE IT easy
MAKE IT easy

EVERYBODY'S got SOMETHING to HIDE
Except for Me and My MONKEY

YOUR INSIDE is OUT
and YOUR OUTSIDE is IN
YOUR OUTSIDE is IN
and YOUR inside IS OUT
So come on,
COME ON

COME ON is such a JOY
COME ON is such a JOY
COME ON Make IT EASY
COME ON Make IT EASY

MAKE IT easy
MAKE IT easy

EVERYBODY'S got SOMETHING to HIDE
Except for Me and My MONKEY

...THE LONG AND WINDING ROAD
That LEADS to YOUR DOOR
Will NEVER DISAPPEAR
I've SEEN THAT ROAD before
It ALWAYS leads Me HERE
Lead Me to Your DOOR

The Wild and WINDY Night
That THE RAIN Washed Away
has left a POOL OF TEARS
CRYING for THE DAY
Why leave Me Standing HERE?
Let Me KNOW THE WAY

Many Times I've been Alone
and many times I'VE CRIED
Anyway You'll NEVER KNOW
the Many WAYS I've TRIED

And STILL they lead Me BACK
to the LONG and WINDING ROAD
You left Me Standing HERE
a long long time ago
Don't leave Me Standing HERE
LEAD Me to YOUR DOOR

But still they lead Me BACK
to the LONG WINDING ROAD
You left Me Standing HERE
a long long time ago
Don't keep Me Waiting HERE
LEAD ME TO YOUR DOOR

...Lo! ‘Tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.

Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low
And hither and thither fly–
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!

That motley drama–oh be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not.
Through a Circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.

But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!–it writhes!–with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And the angels sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.

Out–out are the lights–out all!
And, over each quivering form.
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
And the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.

...In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed–
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! What is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream–that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.

What through that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar–
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?

...Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avov–
You are not wrong, who deem;
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none.
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand–
How few! Yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

..."The Sun was shining on the Sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright–
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The Moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the Sun
Had got no business to be there
After the Day was done–
‘It's very rude of him,' she said,
‘To come and spoil the fun!'

The Sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the Sky:
No birds were flying overhead–
There were no birds to fly.

THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER
Were walking close at hand:
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
‘If this were only cleared away,'
They said, ‘it would be grand!'

‘If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose,' the Walrus said,
‘That they could get it clear?'
‘I doubt it,' said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

‘O Oysters, come and walk with us!'
The Walrus did beseech.
‘A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do more than four,
To give a hand to each.'

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head–
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the Oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat–
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more–
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

‘The time has come,' the Walrus said,
‘To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–
And why the Sea is boiling hot–
And whether pigs have wings.'

‘But wait a bit,' the Oysters cried,
‘Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!'
‘No Hurry!' said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

‘A loaf of bread,' the Walrus said,
‘Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed–
Now, if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.'

‘But not on us!' the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue,
‘After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!'
‘The night is fine,' the Walrus said,
‘Do you admire the view?

‘It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!'
The Carpenter said nothing but
‘Cut us another slice.
I wish you were not quite so deaf–
I've had to ask you twice!'

‘It seems a shame,' the Walrus said,
‘To play them such a trick.
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!'
The Carpenter said nothing but
‘The butter's spread too thick!'

‘I weep for you,' the Walrus said:
‘I deeply sympathize.'
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

‘O Oysters,' said the Carpenter,
‘You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none–
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one."

(Ed. Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–of cabbages–and kings–and why the Sea is boiling hot–and whether Pigs have wings, addendum)

...If you didn't care what happened to me
And I didn't care for you
We would zig-zag our way
Through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain
Wondering which of the buggers to blame
And watching
For pigs on the wing

...You know that I care what happens to you
And I know that you care for me
So I don't feel alone
Or the weight of the stone
Now that I found somewhere safe
To bury my bone
And any fool knows
A dog needs a home
A shelter
From pigs on the wing

...In a way the Sun has shone on me
Makes it easy to make it hard
Take an inch, take a yard
Take it all
I don't need it at all

Any day the Sun could shine on you
Makes it silly to make it bad
Take it good, take it glad
Take it all

Don't you know there's a stronger thing
Keeping us together
Don't you know there's a song to sing
Sing on, let the feeling take you higher

Any day the Sun will shine on you
Makes it silly to take it bad
Make it good, take it glad
Take it all
I don't need it at all
I don't need it at all

FINIS

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