Alfred has a shiny car
And he likes to drive on the avenue
Alfred drives a motorcar
And the boulevard is a pleasant view

I’ll put it in the driveway
I’ll take it to the airport
I’ll pull it in the carport
I’ll put it in my pocket

Alfred has a shiny car
And he drives it out on the motorway
Alfred drives a motorcar
And it’s obvious this is heaven’s way

I’ll form a new religion
I’ll feed it to the pigeons
I’ll take it going shopping
I’ll put it in the carport

Alfred has a shiny car
And he drives it out on the avenue
Say, Alfred lives with Mary Jane
In a tiny cottage with an ocean view

I’ll do the job of mystics
I’ll study ‘pataphysics
I’ll take up elocution
I’ll find my own solutions

God is infinitely small
I am infinitely tall
I bought a new revolver
I keep it at my bedside

Gathered in a small room
Fragmented torsos who must do
The shapeless dances of the blue
Head of illuminating Zru

The heedless torsos of the room
Three-pronged chants obscure the view
Sleep-learning Dadaists who do
Throng-gathered voodoo of the Zru

Here I am, midstream another dream
Could it be the dream’s the door
That another man was looking for?
Is he alive? Can he be revived?

Talking at shadows
And weeping to the air
He looked at his watch
And it wasn’t there
He looks like someone’s looking at him
like he’s scared
And the dream stops there

There I was, not just because
Could it be the dream’s the drawer
That I’d been filing pages for?
Am I alive? How much can I afford?

Talking at shadows
And weeping to the air
He looked at his watch
And it wasn’t there
He looks like someone’s looking at him
like he’s scared
And the dream stops there

The dream stops

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You were not my idea of a perfect companion
And as I wandered through the spirit pools, abandoned
Infants are jumping on brown paper lining
The fish around the fish pool, the sea around the fish

As I gazed up from the porch to touch the maddening sky
Twelve distorted pygmies jumped to grasp God from my eye
Rotating flesh fingers fondled the fondue
Where angels’ sighs and rhinos’ cries disturbed the ancient wake

Loubella Extendables

It’s on the top of my list
It’s almost seven years
I didn’t make it as a writer or a painter
or a desk clerk or a cashier
I want to pick up my song where I dropped it
and return to the mystic art
I’m sweeping all the grudges under the carpet ‘cause it’s time now to make a new start

Coming back to be with you again
Going back to be with my old friend
Where I am is so lonely and cold
And the people that I used to know
are getting so old

Going back to be with my sweet young thing
I’ll backtrack to loving everything
When I see you I’ll know what to sing

Here I come, here I come, here I come,
here I come, ready or not here I come…
Pretty girl

Uncautious voice, relentless hands
Travel across these sacred lands
The underworld expands around
Before my eyes, explore the sound
Inside your soul, locked in a trance
I look around, you start to dance

Beholding the beauty
of our eternal compartment
Follow the finger of fate
that froze where my heart went
Outside the window
some seagulls crossed the horizon
Somewhere inside you
the picture you set your eyes on

You come to me, inside my dream
Outside the door, a crimson stream
We take a swim, you take my hand
I feel your grip upon the sand

Would you believe
that my eyes are just an extension
Of something deeper inside, my secret intention
O ye of little faith, hear my solemn suggestion
Wherever you turn,
don’t fail to make the connection

Uncautious voice, relentless hands
Travel across these sacred lands
We know the game, others have fled
Romantic lines go to our heads

The chain complete, something to see
The tourist trap you set for me

Here I am with my head in the clouds
and I’m feeling fine
I walk in the sun, I’m getting lost in the crowd but I’m feeling just fine
For the time

You’re telling me things
and you avert your eyes, but I’m feeling just fine
I don’t worry about words,
I don’t suffer from lies, and I’m wondering why

‘Cause all I want is a point of view
and some peace of mind
All I want is a point of view
and some peace of mind
For the time

For the time

Alfred Jarry opens the door
All the kids jump out on the floor
Goes into a Callaway dance
Knocks the doctor out of his trance
Ubu claims that he is the king
Disembraining with his machine

Doctor Faustroll, Bosse-de-Nage
Cruise through time in camouflage
Tristan Tzara’s up on the stage
Huelsenbeck goes into a rage
Negro rhythms beat on the drum
Dog-faced baboon “ha-ha” hum

Let’s all do the Big Fish Swing
All we do is Big Fish Swing
Big Fish Swing, the Big Fish Swing
We all do the Big Fish Swing

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I’m walking into a garden
And all around me I see incredible shapes
It’s an illusion, I’m almost certain
There can’t be substance to these unusual shapes

I’m looking into a mirror
Into the eyes who have always looked back at me
But not this time, there’s something different
The eyes are gazing through blue eternity

Grand illusion, ever after
Greatest secret ever known
Painted faces, sultry laughter
Quiet voices softly moan
Aaaaaaah, aaaaaaahhh…

There’s a collection of things I’ve gathered
I’m going to put them all into one big room
There’s a connection, works I’ve assembled
I’ve been collating all into one big book

So many angels, they dance around me
I’m walking into a room, I know I’ve been here before
There is an angel, she’s in my doorway
She’s at my bedside, we sit alone on the floor

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