from a love song to the american lizard 1999

by rawclyde

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Jus’ cruisin’ along the beckoning flame tips of hell

jus’ cruisin’ while listening to ye olde cathedral bell

it rings such a quaint tune in my increasingly empty head

I could be workin’, but I’m not, I’m cruisin’ instead

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Thru the desolate empty canyons of time and space

floatin’ along with my handsome smiling face

smiiiiiiiling at all the critters I see along the way

human and otherwise, they smile back, ‘cuz I’m cruisin’ today

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Whoa, where’d ‘dis new two-hundred-dollar engine part come from

dat’s sittin’ in ‘de passenger seat so steel, sleek, and dumb?

my oh my, its manufactured by ‘de Big Machine i’m surrounded by

n’ its gonna get hooked onto Her little machine ‘dat I’m drivin’ ‘neath duh sky

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‘Tis almost time for me to go to the valley below

where ‘dis Tower o’ Babel ‘dat I’m quick-sanded by, will no longer glow

believe me, this pretty city done give me quite a bruizin’

but it also do, so true blue, help me keep bountifully crewwwsin’

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Now, inside each human skull is a pebble rattling around

it’s called Imagination, & in this pebble can be found

a little germ sittin’ behind a windshield lookin’ out

and what you come up with next is what this little spy sees all about

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Now, if you feed your Imagination ‘de proper fuel

your little pebble spacecraft might cruise pretty cool

right into a realm real as the material world all around

a realm most people can’t see & ‘dat don’t make a sound

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And that’s where Mother Mary somewhat contrary can be found

with her angels and saints and little halos hoovering all around

playin’ jacks n’ shootin’ marbles with all ‘de twinkling stars

while you’re cruisin’ ‘de avenue surrounded by all ‘deeze funky cars

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Jus’ cruisin’ around n’ around ‘dis Tower o’ Babel

jus’ cruisin’, avoidin’ the babble whenever I’m able

jus’  cruisin’ like an arrow disappearin’ into the void

one of these days I won’t come back, oh holy mergatroid!

~

text: copyright clyde collins 1999