My eyes are burnt and bleeding and all that looks like a monkey on a silver bar Big poop hatch with a cotton hatch, hatch-holes that the light shows in and the light shows out And the little red fence And the wire and the wood And the barbs and the berries And the tyres and the bottles and the car-upon-rims And the heat swims on its fenders and the dust collects and the rust of autumn surrenders into gold Trumpet poop on the ground with peanuts, its bell was blocking an ant's vision And the mice played in its air-holes and valves A ladybug crawled off its mouthpiece standing out red and blacked its wings and blew off to a flower Its hum heard just above the ground Black dots were hung in what turned out to be an olive tree that originally held a tree house full of a building with one small window Birds and broken glass and tiny bits of newspaper "My sun is free from the window," said the god the green dabbers Rice wires mouse tins and milk muffins Cereal and stone, matches and masks and mace and clubs And splintered shaft light intrigues a cricket on a dust jeweled penlet Cobwebs collect down plaster run into a hole and find collected glass that drinks the reflection of midday afternoon midway between telegraph lines A silver wing, a cloud, a rumbling of a cloud A crowd of various violins strum from next door through my wall into my ear obviously artificial Neighbors laugh through sandwiches Harlem babies, their stomachs explode into roars Their eyes shiny with starvation Spreckled hula dance on my phonograph My door rattles windy Sand wears my rug shoe and taps on the unheard finish of an hourglass I cannot hear A typical musician's nest of thoughts filtered through dust speakers "Why don't you go home? Oh Blobby, are you great," exclaims two lips in some jumbled rock 'n' roll tune and wears a spot I cannot scratch The surface of a friend This high book-a-friend laid on me On the couch relaxing in the corner behind a still life pond with plenty of bugs and lily pads slurred in mud banks and boulders tin cans and raisins warped by thought Strain on the spoon like a wheat check, check Bif, cotton popping out of his sleeve Poop hatch open, big poop hatch with a cotton hatch, hatch holes, got to pick up the horns But the head won't move until it walks
Mayflower child met a 25th Century Quaker She's a-pickin' poppies 'n Bringin' them into her hue Sun sifting through and through and through Letting them all and all Fill through Me into you, me to you Me to you, into you Blue cheese faces laces Blue cheese faces Faces 'n phases 'n phases 'n faces Going through the cottage cottage Going through the cottage cottage Going through the cottage cottage Come with me baby, come with me Come with me baby, come with me Quaker child, Quaker baby child But a man's flutter like fireflies Eyes that flutter like a wide open shutter Eyes that flutter like a wide open shutter Shutter, shutter, shutter Laces laces laces Blue cheese faces Mayflower child met uh 25th century quaker She's uh pickin' poppies Bringin' them into her hue Sun just, sun just, Sun dust sun just, siftin' through and through And through... Call me baby Pay me, baby Pay me
Song before song before song blues Babbette baboon Babbette baboon Abba zaba zoom Two shadows at noon Abba zaba zoom Babbette baboon Abba zaba zoom Babbette baboon
Comin' over pretty soon Babbette baboon Run, run, catch her soon, draft of dawn, sunshine on Babbette baboon Mother say son, she say son, you can't lose, with the stuff you use Abba zaba zoom Babbette baboon Abba zaba zoom Babbette baboon Abba zaba zoom Two shadows at noon Abba zaba zoom Gonna catch her soon Abba zaba zoom Babbette baboon Babbette baboon
Run, run, monsoon, Indian dream, tiger moon Yellow bird fly high, tobacco sky, two shadows at noon Babbette baboon gonna catch her soon, babbette baboon
Song before song before song blues Babbette baboon Abba zaba zoom Babbette baboon Abba zaba zoom Babbette baboon Abba zaba zoom Two shadows at noon Abba zaba zoom Gonna catch her soon Abba zaba zoom Babbette baboon Babbette baboon
Run, run, monsoon, indian dream, tiger moon Yellow bird fly high, tobacco sky, two shadows at noon Babbette baboon gonna catch her soon, babbette baboon ...
Got a letter up this morning how do you reckon it read? Red blue and green, woooo, all through my head Licked the stamps saw a movie dropped the stamp, woooo I ain't got no blues no more I said Put me up thinkin' a postman's groovy I ain't, woooo, I ain't got the blues no more I said...
Well send me with a letter lord drop me with a telegram I said My baby walked just like she did Walking on hard-boiled eggs with a... she can steal em... I ain't blue, o more I said... Lord one jumped up lord the other one quackin' Yeah she got those great big drums sticking out, woooo Big chicken legs beat when she walks flappin' down the street where I live
Well she slippin' along easy like fried chicken Grew sort of greasy easy, hmmm... Oh I ain't blue no more, I ain't blue no more I said
Well she walked along crazy like kinda crazy Woooo, sorta lazy sleazy cheesy, you know what I mean I said...
White ants runnin' Black ants crawlin' Yellow ants dreamin' Brown ants longin'
All those people longin' to be free Uhuru ant man bee Uhuru ant man bee
All the ants in God's garden they can't get along War still runnin' on It's that one lump of sugar That they won't leave each other 'lone
Why do you have to do this, you've got to let us free Why do you have to do this, you've got to set us free Why do you have to do this, you've got to set us free Why do you have to do this, you've got to set us free
Uhuru ant man bee Uhuru ant man bee
Now the bee takes his honey then he sets the flower free But in God's garden only Man and the ants, they won't set each other be
Apes-ma, apes-ma Your cage is too dirty, apes-ma Remember when you were young, apes-ma? And you used to break out of your cage? Well you know that you're not Strong enough to do that anymore now And apes-ma, the little girl that Named you years ago has died now And you're older, apes-ma Remember when she named you And it was in the paper, apes-ma? Apes-ma, apes-ma You're eating too much And going to the bathroom too much, apes-ma And apes-ma Your cage isn't getting any bigger, apes-ma
You used me like an ashtray heart Case of the punks Right from the start I feel like a glass shrimp in a pink panty With a saccharine chaperone Make invalids out of supermen Call in a "shrink" And pick you up in a girdle You used me like an ashtray heart Right from the start Case of the punks Another day, another way Somebody's had too much to think Open up another case of the punks Each pillow is touted like a rock The mother/father figure Somebody's had too much to think Send your mother home your navel Case of the punks New hearts to the dining rooms Violet heart cake Dissolve in new cards, boards, throats, underwear Ashtray heart You picked me out, brushed me off Crushed me while I was burning out Then you picked me out Like an ashtray heart Hid behind the curtain Waited for me to go out A man on a porcupine fence Used me for an ashtray heart Hit me where the lover hangs out Stood behind the curtain While they crushed me out You used me for an ashtray heart You looked in the window when I went out You used me like an ashtray heart
Go back ten years ago Sunbeams dancing 'round Go back ten years ago Sunbeams dancing down
Autumn's child, Autumn's child
Autumn's child got a loophole 'round her finger Halo rings her head Cornhusk hair makes me linger A cat's stare meets my dare A man's chair greets my stare Gonna be my wife, she sang, she said Ooh, gonna be my wife, gonna spice my life, she said
Go back ten years ago Sunbeams everywhere Go back ten years ago Sunbeams fill the air
Harvest moon be nimble Apples bob and tremble Fish pond streaks love kind Found the child I have to find
Apples shine share together Got the time to make her mine Fish pond streaks love kind Found the child I had to find
Autumn's child, I met her at a balloon bust picnic Ooh, she caught me with the beauty queen With jade-green eyes Buttons and bows and fancy ties
The feet of dust under trees of rust Make them sandals gambol under knees of trust Gonna be my wife, gonna spice my life Gonna be my wife, she sang, she said Gonna be my wife, gonna spice my life, she said
Go back ten years ago Sunbeams shining down Go back ten years ago Sunbeams glancin' 'round
A chain with yellow lights That glistens like oil beads On its slick smooth trunk That trails behind on tracks, and thumps A wing hangs limp and retreats
Bat chain puller Puller puller
Bulbs shoot from its snoot And vanish into darkness It whistles like a root snatched from dry earth Sodbustin' rakes with grey dust claws Announces it's coming in the morning This train with grey tubes That houses people's very thoughts and belongings
Bat chain puller Puller puller
This train with grey tubes that houses people's thoughts Their very remains and belongings A grey cloth patch Caught with four threads In the hollow wind of its stacks Ripples felt fades and grey sparks clacks Lunging the cushioned thickets Pumpkins span the hills With orange Crayola patches Green inflated trees Balloon up into marshmallow soot That walks away in faulty circles Caught in grey blisters With twinkling lights and green sashes Drawn by rubber dolphins with gold yawning mouths That blister and break in agony In zones of rust They gild gold sawdust into dust