Euclid’s Song

Euclid’s Song

Unrequited love for the Geometer.

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The Words:

Well I’d like to live on a tiny Greek Island with Eu — clid.
We could discuss all the crazy, wacky things hypotenuse did.
And at night we’d stare far out into the deep Aegean Sea.
With all the points along ourselves we’d lie so evenly.
And no boundaries would cross the line
Extending between me and Eu — clid.

Yes, I’d like to live on a tiny Greek island with Eu — clid.
I could tell him he’s smart, and he could pretend I’m not stupid.
Predating Archimedes on the sand until the morn —
That’s the life I’ve wanted since the day that I was born.
Geometry out in the sea, just off the Golden Horn with Eu — clid.

Oh, Euclid is a genius ’cause of all the stuff he knows.
And when I read his propositions I was ready to propose.
And I wanna put his figure in the space which I enclose.
Oh, Euclid.

Well I’d like to live on a tiny Greek island with Eu — clid,
Where the air is sweet, and ever so pleasantly humid.
Well his method is a science but it feels more like an art.
He’s better Thoreau, Rousseau, Bob Dylan or Descartes;
And I’ll follow him until that point at which I have no part
Of Eu — clid.

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