by Elvis Bojangles
Seeking philosophical meaning
In a lazy & purposeless life
I’ve gotten lassoed by
A wily spirit dame
So dark she’s cute
So cute I swear she can fly
So it wasn’t too hard for her
To carry me away
In a secret hideout deep underground
She transformation-ed me into her butler
Totally loyal & totally enslaved
Now I sing this song:
Gotta giddy-up
Gotta giddy-up
I gotta make things right
Gotta giddy-up giddy-up now
“Well damn”
by Elvis Bojangles
Let it be
erected
in my mind
taunt snappy
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Made of canvas or
other strange substance
inside of which is
a spiritual realm
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The mysterious tent
surrounded by singing crickets
trees &
alas, the Author of all things
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No flashlight no fire
we arise & retire
with the happy sun
my spirit dame & I
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Hello beloved
I think thus I am
and Ye
is heaven’s gate
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Wings untrimmed
free as you wish
stars flowing out your glowing
beautiful eyes
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You be my empress & I
your man
together we drink cold instant coffee
& eat tuna-fish sandwiches
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When Saint Joan of Arc was burned at the stake for heresy, her sword was shattered by an English soldier, and the fragments were widely dispersed…
However, Roux and Garin, two of the knights in Joan’s personal retinue, were cursed with immortality in order to be able to eventually track down…
And reassemble the holy sword…
Annja was present when this came to pass, and at her touch, the blade miraculously re-formed, making her its new bearer…
Saint Joan of Arc’s sword cannot be taken from Annja against her will, and she has the power to remove it to and retrieve it from a supernatural location referred to as the “Otherwhere”…
This process works regardless of the sword’s current location, giving her the ability, for example, to use the weapon as a projectile and then immediately recall it to her hand…
Moreover, Saint Joan’s sword also enhances Annja’s general constitution and helps her recover from injuries…
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https://www.goodreads.com/series/41157-rogue-angel
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compliments
of
Rawclyde
!
(with some help from Wikipedia)
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Why oh why
Baby oh baby
Please tell me why
I’m moving so slow today
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Up the street
Up the stairs
Rickety old feet
Plodding along
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Pull me brim down
Pull me keys out
Unlock the door etc.
Sittin’ in the tomb again
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Why o’ why do I
Like sitting in this old cold hotel room
There ain’t nothin’ here worth considering
Yet my heart go zooooooom
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Aye!
We’re traveling now
You & your traveling man
Hold on tight now
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You is lookin’ so good
The whole dang neighborhood
Inside my mind
Gots reason to shine
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Yeah but
Yeah but
You say I’m way over here
You is way over there
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So it ain’t so
My thinking’s gone slow
You got bronchitis &
I’m a wanna-be bo’
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Yeah but
Yeah but
I hummed a little prayer
to the Goddess up there
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She’s on your side
As well as mine &
She’s a lot stronger than
Turpentine
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Sooooooo
We’re dancing slow
Your belly’s warm & plump &
We’re half drunk
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In fact, instead of growing old
We’re growing young
Oh so slow
To a Neil Diamond song
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Wait a minute
Something’s not right
My hat falls to the floor
Something’s wrong
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You’re like you always are
The hottest ray of sunshine around
But me, me oh my, my skin
It’s lost & cannot be found
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Dang it ~ everything was so gallant
Gallant & slam-dunk grand
No more yeah butts
I am, I am a skeleton man!
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by Rawclyde!
with a lot of help from artists
Dan Dos Santos
&
Clyde Caldwell
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Old Timer Chronicle III 