On a rainy night,
intellectually on fire,
oh, such desire,
passion amongst the few,
a glorious few,
intellectuals too,
gathered in a group,
as often as we can,
gathered to better understand,
the inequities and the disparities of man,
gathered in a darkened room,
trying to dispel the gloom as best as we can,
friends and allies,
with strong minds and strong hearts,
brave hearts,
in the symposium of the damned,
the symposium of the damned,
called that because no one will ever take them seriously,
and they do not give a damn,
they do not give a damn,
but here they talk of the betterment of man,
and if only everyone would listen to them,
and listen to them and their plans,
how much better the world would be,
but sadly, it is not a reality,
but they do not give a damn,
and all night our minds are bright and sharp,
as the stars that pierce the night with their light,
they say to each other talk on my friends,
talk on and let us put the world to rights,
let us put the world to rights,
no matter what those outside say,
those who ignore us all, those who call us fools,
for at least we have civility,
and the probability of them changing the world,
hardly any I say, so, talk on my friends,
talk on, come what may, come what may.
