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Celsium's Strange
Cesium's Strange (Tune, People are strange - The Doors)
Cesium's strange, when you're a stranger Consummate danger, ready to blow. Water is wicked, wet and unwanted, Folks are unfriendly, when you glow. Don't take it out in the rain. You're insane! You're insane! Don't you remember the pain? You're insane! You're insane! You're insane - Cesium's strange, pregnant with danger, Hand the next stranger a kilo or two. Pour on the water, lamb at the slaughter, Bathe in the light that is blue, sky-blue! Don't take it out in the rain. You're insane! You're insane! You'll always remember the pain. You're insane! You're insane! You're insane
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Donald MacDonald From The Isle's
Donald MacDonald from the Isle of Skye (or maybe it was Neil McNell from Barra, but anyway..) went to study at an English university and was living in the hall of residence with all the other students there. After he had been there a month, his mother came to visit him (no doubt carrying reinforcements of tatties, salt herring, oatmeal and whisky). "And how do you find the English students, Donald?" she asked. "Mother," he replied, "they're such terrible, noisy people. The one on that side keeps banging his head on the wall and won't stop. The one on the other side screams and screams all night." "Oh Donald! How do you manage to put up with these awful noisy English neighbors?" "Mother, I do nothing. I just ignore them. I just stay here quietly, playing my bagpipes."
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Cesium the Beautiful
Cesium the Beautiful
Oh beautiful for blue of skies, Among thy spectral lines. When cast upon the waters clear, Thy splendid fire shines. Oh Cesium, Oh Cesium, Our days we trust to thee. Thy faultless rhyme, In keeping time, From care doth set us free.
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