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Hieronymus Bosch
EXTRACTION OF THE STONE OF MADNESS OR, THE CURE OF FOLLY (ca.1505) 

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MADNESS
“Shut Up”
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I tell you I didn’t do it
‘Cause I wasn’t there
Don’t blame me, it just isn’t fair
You listen to their side
Now listen to mine
Can’t think of a story
Sure you’ll find me sometime

Now pass the blame and don’t blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One) (Two) (Three)
Then I’ll be gone and you’ll forget
The broken window, t.v. set

It wasn’t me either, I’m just his mate
He told me to stand here and watch the gate
I’ve got a wife and three kids you know
They’ll tell you I’m straight, at least I think so
I’m as honest as the day is long,
The longer the daylight, the less I do wrong

Now pass the blame and don’t blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One) (Two) (Three)
Then I’ll be gone and you’ll forget
The broken window, t.v. set

Pass the blame and don’t blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One) (Two) (Three)
Then I’ll be gone and I’ll forget
That what you give is what you get …

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Songwriters: Mark William Bedford, Christopher John Foreman, Michael Barson, Cathal Joseph Smyth, Daniel Mark Woodgate, Lee Jay Thompson, Graham Mcpherson

Madness
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MADNESS
“Grey Day”

When I get home it’s late at night,
I’m black and bloody from my life,
I haven’t time to clean my hands,
Cuts will only sting me through my dreams.

It’s well past midnight as I lie
In a semi-conscious state.
I dream of people fighting me
Without any reason I can see.

In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.

After eating I go out,
People passing by me shout.
I can’t stand this agony
Why don’t they talk to me?

In the park I have to rest
I lie down and I do my best,
The rain is falling on my face
I wish I could sink without a trace.

In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey,
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.

In the park I have to rest
I lie down and I do my best,
The rain is falling on my face
I wish I could sink without a trace.

In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey,
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.


Songwriters: Cathal Joseph Smyth / Christopher John Foreman / Daniel Mark Woodgate / Graham Mcpherson / Lee Jay Thompson / Mark William Bedford / Michael Barson

NATHALIE STUTZMANN

There are two types of artists: those that strive their whole life to show how much what they're doing is difficult - they have their audience - and those who spend their life trying to make people believe it is not at all difficult, which is the category I belong to.

That is also probably a form of madness. It is less spectacular, perhaps, but I prefer that the audience be able to go to what is essential. I do not want them to stop at being impressed with the performance, even though they might notice it, but that they be able to abandon themselves to the beauty of the music.