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brothers Donnelly
    That’s where I’ll be,
    My Arma Carney,
    I’ll be dyin
    down in Innisfree
    Waiting for ye
    Mary Carney

ORLANDA BLUES
1ST CHORUS
    Le corp de la verité
    pourre dans la terre
    The body of truth
    rots in the earth
    nourriture dans la terre
    Sanchez fourwinds bigtown,
    dont wail that at me
    Fraserville Quebec
    comes back to me
    In the night sun sleep
    warm, store it in tanks
    Blues of Old Virginia tree
    moonbottles over kiss time
    listener appeal
    Kissland
    Kissimee Florida
    These are Orlanda Blues

2ND CHORUS
    O Cross on my wall
    O body of Christ
    When I was awright
    Saturday night
    Little in your arms
    your thousands of years
    In electric resist I wanted
    to soul the liking I saw
    â€” words
    (musician pauses)

3RD CHORUS
    This book is too nice for me
    They made Clay Felker editor
    of Esquire
    Or Rust Hills one
    and what ever happened to glass
    and the joke about the Lord.
    The Lord is my Agent.
    My message is blah blah blah
    My yort tackalitwingingly
    pasta vala tt, yea, p,
    my reurnent gollagigle
    dil plat most-rat, my
    erneealieing cralmaa
    tooth, ant, mop, sh,
    my devoid less 2 immensity
    secret muzning midnight,
    my whatzit
    you wanta
    know
    Whatzit!
    Joy Look out!

4TH CHORUS
    Joy look in,
    look in,
    the pretty
    sin
    Loy, t a tt ct b
    I fooled with the long
    overload
    (wrong over road?)
    wronk
    What a moistious wronk
    we’re in fair words,
    or is it wairds
    in your part
    of the
    Kelp,
    Laird
    In Scotland we just throw
    the bones to the dogs
    & toast at the
    fireplace

5TH CHORUS
    Well then let’s have a toast
    I wonder if I can write
    poems just like Gregory
    Croso:—let’s see:—
    The dead are dead,
    I’ll resurrect them with
    this song, O fall
    you fair held
    cities—
    (wood wood wood)
    O held the fair held
    in the skinny bar!
    (the skinny bar held Indian sonofabitch)
    So North Mood wrote:—
    Colting—The Gregory
    says “Eels & gripplings
    in
    my
    eaves”

6TH CHORUS
    Finally I was in Stockholm at last
    Cold night
    Dark in Swedenborg
    Zeldipeldi my junkey friend
    from N.Y. and Maldo
    Saldo the hot trumpeter
    from Nigeria, turned on
    in the cold room overlooking
    black rooftops of winter,
    Sweden night skies February,
    Ommani pahdme horn
    I wanted to catch a train
    to the Capital
    I was on a seacoast town,
    the name of it was Fidel
    or Fido
    wow, mominu,
    You dont know how far
    that sky
    go

7TH CHORUS
    Message from Orlanda:—
    You guys cant explore
    all of outer space, unless
    you want to spend
    a million million million
    million million million
    billion billion bullion
    bullion years at it
    â€”and when you gets
    there, and you cant
    even get there, give my
    regards to Captain Bligh
    And lissen, before you leave,
    how bringin my money
    with you to preserve
    in eternity, see, I
    can cash in when
    I get there & spend it
    on
    space
    travel

8TH CHORUS
    Thats awright, space’ll carry
    us maybe like little eggs,
    the buggy children work
    their way out
    to the surface
    of the egg,
    to the shell,
    they swim soft,
    & they get there
    & meet God
    The Shell
    The Shell
    hard & cold
    against the cold
    gray sun
    blood
    in
    your
    Father’s
    Long Winter
    Underwear
    So sleep

9TH CHORUS
    Me, I’m worried I’m a secret sinner
    and God
    Ole Tangerine
    I call Him
    because one day I was settin
    under trees
    in
    a
    chair
    And deciding what name
    to give to God, is it
    a personal God? & blam
    the little tangerine
    landed
    squarely
    on my
    head
    like Newton’s
    underwear,
    & so I saw it personal
    And I say the moral is simple

10TH CHORUS
    But it landed right on the
    tippy tiptop
    of the sconce,
    Jazz,
    dazz,
    and that’s why I believe
    (since it’s all grinning
    in there)
    it was a little
    tap reminder
    I dont need thunderclouds!
    â€œMaybe Eden aint so
    lonesome as New England
    used to be,” said Emily
    Dickinson sitting with
    a tangerine in her hand
    (They shipped it from Cuba)
    It was a great show
    Gasser!

11TH