Cloud Shadow 93
T'is 'de Loon
n' 'de Buffoon
in 'de
Local Saloon ~
Of whom
I must write
this (Good God!)
afternooooooon ~
So
many
centuries
ago!
My mem-
ory
t'is oh so
slowwwwwww ~
Hmmmmmmm
let
me
seeeeeee ~
Ahhhhhhh yes, at
the pool table I was
in the midst
of a winning spreeeeeee...
Cloud Shadow 94
Gotta get it
done
quick as
I can ~
So as I can make
The Big Leap
in 'dis
Deep Desert land ~
If it gets too
sloppy
please
excuse me ~
Of the Devil
of the Devil
I gotta
ca-booooooom free!
Cloud Shadow 95
Hitler n' Crockett were
way way beyond
the
joking stage ~
Davy wasn't smilin'
much n'
Adolf
was in a rage ~
The luger was
a
quiver
in Adolf's tremblin' hand ~
The barrel of Davy's
musket
leaned steady
at 'de monster man ~
Between 'em the
Stool of Forever More
was quietly
a-spinnin' ~
And at pool
yours truly was
of course
a-winnin' ~
And all the other stools
at the bar
were
now occupied ~
By a bunch of little
Adolf Hitler clones
each one
nasty eyed...
Cloud Shadow 96
Fine-oh-ly Big Hit
foammmmmmmed
away
at the mouth ~
'Til every ounce of
smarts
in his brain
up n' run south ~
And then
and then
he
said ~
That which
I
done
do dread ~
To write
right
here
down ~
While parked in
thee air
above this
holy Deep Desert ground ~
Infront of this massive
curve of concrete damn
this
heap o' sin ~
Of which I alone am re-
sponcible for having built
and aye! my skinless skull
gots a permanent grin!!!
Cloud Shadow 97
You see, t'was when
a Western
began
on the saloon TV ~
A Western movie
full of
that
magic melody ~
The ghost of the King
of the Wild Frontier
turned
his head to seeeeeee ~
Which gave the opportunity
to the ghost from Nazi Hell
to raise his
luger n' yell, "Davy!"
Davy turned
his
head
again ~
Could
not
quite
grin ~
With death about
to blast
him
'tween thee eyes ~
A man died once
but twice? I
don't know
the how's n' why's ~
But before the killer
of innocent millions
shot
his frontier foe ~
He just had to say that
which is
lower
than lowwwwwww ~
The worst possible thing
a man
can
say to another ~
I hate to write it
down,
let me tell
you, brother ~
With his spit a splutterin'
Old Adolf
made
me sick ~
When he slobbered, "Davy!
suck
my
dick!!!"
Cloud Shadow 98
All the little clones
sittin' at the bar
snick-
ered ~
They were
I guess
pret-
ty liquored ~
But everyone
else's
silence
grewwwwwww ~
'Til that Old Western
movie
soundtrack
moved my que ~
My
que
stick,
that is ~
A-
dolf
got
his ~
Right
in
his
eye ~
The
que
ball
up n' done fly!
Which gave the King
of
my
Frontier Dreams ~
Just enough time
to
unfold
his schemes ~
Just enough time,
that is, to blow
most of
Hitler's head off ~
With his trusty musket,
and then
Davy shrugged and
made a little cough ~
What was left of Big Hit
flopped around 'til he
twirled around on the
Stool Of Forever More ~
Flappin' his arms, with
a bloody little knob
atop his neck that
looked forever sore ~
And Hitler's clones
ran
out
the door ~
And as everyone else
blushed
and looked
at the floor ~
Rose, our wise
brown
eyed
barmaid, said:
"Well, he got what
he wanted ~ a
little
head"...
Cloud Shadow 99
Nowwwwwww
am
I
ready?
Am I
ready
and
steady ~
Enough
to
make
the Big Leeeeeeep?
My life's accumulation
of unsactimonious sin
loams awful
thick & steeeeeeep ~
Sooooooo
am
I
ready?
Am I
ready
and
steady ~
Enough to
Do It
or
weeeeeeep?
God, that dam
is
tall
and steeeeeeep...
Cloud Shadow 100!
It
must
be
that time ~
Aye,
to
show
some grit ~
To hell with
all
World
Slime ~
Let's
rise
a-
bove it ~
My bones
creeeeeeeak
with
age ~
Above
Deep
Desert
sage ~
I pull down the brim
of me old tattered
hat
atop my bone head ~
Pull a rusty machete
out from under
my
old narrow bed ~
And
sharp-
en
it ~
I sharpen
both
sides
of it ~
Against the iron leg
of
my
writing stand ~
'Til the crude sword is
sharp
shiney and
gala and grand!
Aye, I
sharp-
en
it ~
So it'll cut, quite
frankly,
thru
all The Bull Shit ~
I don a
thin
U.S.
Army blanket ~
By
ty-
ing
it ~
Around my neck bone
for
a
cape ~
Aye! there
is
No
Escape ~
And from the same neck
bone up front
I hang
a little tin cross ~
My
new
Al-
batross!
Now upon the bow of
my stranded Ship of Faith
I
stand ~
Now I'm ready to
flyyyyyyy
in this
Deep Desert land ~
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Ready to fly
over that
Satan
beseeched Dammmmmmm...
One more spirituality arrives thru the vortex ~ hallelujah!