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Part One: Edweena
Chorus:
Coming into column nation is a gracious thing
A stirring and a whirring and a broken widow(er)'s pain;
It's causing easy ought to just leave a lust alone
But when a friend has shrunken skin where do you throw the bone?
(The matter that's been spoken to's a fragrant little thing
It's open and was known to need a token diamond ring.)
Young Girl:
Investing space without a place;
Confusing grace with outer space.
Chorus:
To please the breeze you freeze the seize,
Combat disease and bend the knees;
And if explicit matters naught,
Extend the grin -- but don't get caught.
Now Uncle Remus, Uncle Remus, where have you been we say
(We saw the end of Uncle mend and turn into into today).
But now they say there's room no more for such a friendly friendly whore
Uncle Remus:
Yes, Easter Island isn't my land coming home once more.
Chorus:
But a sentence existing inside of a rhyme
Is only just a token left spoken in time
Uncle Remus:
Can tomorrow be more than the end of today?
Young Girl:
Or do posies just bloom for the feel of a may?
Investing space without a place;
Confusing grace with outer space.
Chorus:
The way is a never for severing two,
(For) beginnings are endings for all but a few.
Part Two: The Making of a Soul
Chorus:
Edweena went to calumet and left from there to college;
She took along a porcupine whose name was known as knowledge;
Now their relationship was fraught with pangs of loving hunger.
The Porcupine could question all, but all she new was slumber.
Porcupine:
A huge easy cozy wants our kiss to triumph,
But unbelievable admits --
Some questions receive a guarantee to shake you up.
How much marriage urges a windmill to pinch infinity?
Is a magic hid-a-bed the final home of Spanish fire?
Is firm corn merrier under gifts of less important love?
We wonder.
But fantasy moves ahead;
For the iceman just took a turn for the better
And a small object flies from his mouth;
A daring, jewel scales down the belted ear system
And you have the modular optimistic silver original.
Welcome to the offshoots of Jupiter.
Chorus:
Edweena never knowing why her friend would ramble so
She shut him out and left a pout to bleed upon the snow.
Porcupine:
Mourning Glories open only after noon begins;
The open and the broken have begun to blend again.
They freeze a shape about the nape
Of nectar and of knee;
They leave a sleeve, they weave a grieve fox
Mourning's never free.
Uncle Remus:
The aching and the breaking are the making of a soul.
(The empties that have been returned relieve us of a goal).
Chorus:
Now who is gone and who is right
And who is left to see
For who is left is just a few
Can two be more than three?
Part Three: Ship's a Goin' Down
Catbird:
Why not live?
Chorus:
The catbird shrilled!
Catbird:
And give a guy a chance!
For soon the moon will sing a tune and I'll be left to dance.
Uncle Remus:
Well, strangers have left on longer trains before.
Catbird:
Yes, shake and shout and cause a spout to be a mockery!
Exist inside a lemon drop and cause no word to be.
If after all this oleo a speck of dust exists,
We'll set aside a common tide 'twixt friend and who he's kissed.
Enigmatic Foe:
He thought the end was overdue, but daybroke him instead,
And consequently what he read was never what he said.
And don't you never,
Chorus:
Said the ever Enigmatic Foe
Enigmatic Foe:
Lose your cool, or after school,
They'll find me home in bed.
Catbird:
What hoe you rake, you fake a taking and a mating moo;
Confuse to lose and quake to break are simple rules to you.
Why send a curly head to bed and know her secrets too?
Enigmatic Foe:
Glue it down you dripping clown, and be not busy, too;
If a needy, if a seedy lets him come on through.
Keys are not thrust open spores, and neither is a broken store!
There are clothes that haven't been worn,
Feet that haven't been shorn,
There's causes that haven't been given a principle.
Need I say more?
Uncle Remus:
The soft spoken edge was a close fit
With the warped open cracks so many.
All:
The quick brain drained the main
And the ships a goin' down me mates,
The ship she's a goin' down.
The ship' she's a goin' down.
Part Four: Never Known Questions
Chorus:
The cloud continues and the spot
Diminishes without even the
Hint of a glow.
Is glowing a continuous process
Or does the spot find its
Way out where it needs to be.
Spot the rot, oh spot the rot,
Oh spot the rot we say.
Spot the rot they tell the
Tot while feeding him some say.
Spot the rot, oh spot the
Rot and then you'll be okay.
Spot the rot, oh spot the
Rot, but still you'd better pray.
Porcupine:
When Edweena made me mushrooms,
She ate the grate and ground the groom;
My mother made me eat boysenberries,
But my gracious sakes just ate me first.
Calling cards and polling wards are just to many... See?
Calling cards and winking bards are just a way to see.
Calling cards and winking bards are just the way to be?
Falling guards and winking bards are just a need today.
Falling guards and winking bards are just my needs. Okay? Okay?
Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay!...
To show or
To be shown
Is a question never, never known not even by many to exist.
Epilogue
Chorus:
The son of the know thing flew into today.
He left in a hurry -- had little to say;
But fore the barking sub side in his wake,
He helped out with vestiges sweeter than cake:
The Son:
Opulent givings are seldom a dread.
They help you relieve all them lies in your head.
But for the giving begets a sure vain,
Leave open a window and let in some rain. |
