gandeli jog falls ratnagiri tarkali wayanad mahabaleshwar ai865 1205 t1a MR: factor cluster regression conjoint

michael sandal I have my own deserted island In the middle of a sprawling city In the centre of it I stand Looking outside at them with pity Oh look, how they have other people with them And they even have a word for it I heard them calling each other a 'friend' It seems on each other they like to depend They laugh and smile until their jaws hurt And get a kick out of playing in dirt Good for nothing retards have a word for that too 'FUN!' they scream and later catch the flu They go to buildings with screens inside them And come out discussing trumpery Some story that didn't really happen ever But apparently they liked it cuz they were 'together' Sometimes they sing songs in all the wrong notes Once I saw even walls close their ears They clap and dance and jump with 'joy' Never do they stop or cease to annoy They gyrate their bodies to ear splitting music The more vulgar they move, the better they 'dance' They stomp their feet and shake with unity To sanity they have achieved startling immumity I'm a tired old man, lemme tell u stranger I once was like them but now it's gone Everywhere i go I see some danger And so from this world, I have withdrawn Usually I don't give in to despair I sit here alone and watch those crazy freaks But I don't know why when no one's there Tears well up and run down my cheeks...