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My drunken ways couldn't wait *

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Amélie Poulain, la Noyée, Yann Tiersen

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    I am drunk and you are mad
    Who’ll take us home and make us glad?
    Said a hundred times, if you had
    Two or three cups less, won’t be bad.

    In this town I do complain
    Every person seems insane
    In this place madness like rain
    Washes wisdom down the drain.

    In the tavern of my soul
    Carpet of joy will unroll
    My soul is out of control
    When trapped in a soulless hole

    Gypsy minstrel who must play
    More drunk than me as I lay
    Beside such drunk, I dare say
    Mild is the story of my day.

    I left my home in that state
    My drunken ways could not wait
    Every place I looked, looked great
    Saw my beloved, my soul mate.

    I asked "where is thy land?"
    With laughter and a cold hand
    "Half from the Arabian sand
    And half a heavenly strand.

    "Half made of water and clay
    Half soul and half solar ray
    Half on the shallow beaches lay
    Half from the oyster’s pearly play."

    I asked Thee to be my friend
    And change this dividing trend
    Replied that "I transcend,
    All divisions in me end."

    I am without head or hand
    I am of this drunken band
    All things I understand
    Describe or silently stand.

    — Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī

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