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III - Friends and Enemies
Let 'Em In The Poet of Dumbwoman's Lane Day with George Fly by Night Jerk of All Jerks The Note You Never Wrote Picasso's Last Words (Drink to Me) 49th Fearless Sleep Masseuse Masseur Hot as That Little Willow
LET 'EM IN Someone's knockin' at the door Somebody's ringin' the bell Someone's knockin' at the door Somebody's ringin' the bell Do me a favor, Open the door and let 'em in
Sister Suzie, brother John, Martin Luther, Phil And Don, Brother Michael, Auntie Gin, Open the door and let 'em in.
Someone's knockin' at the door Somebody's ringin' the bell Someone's knockin' at the door Somebody's ringin' the bell
Do me a favor, Open the door and let 'em in.
THE POET OF DUMBWOMAN'S LANE (For Spike Milligan) The voice of the poet Of Dumbwoman's Lane Can be heard across Valleys of sugar-burned cane, And nostrils that sleep Through the wildest of nights Will be twitching to gain Aromatic insights.
The wife of the farmer Of Poppinghole Lane Can be seen from the cab Of the Robertsbridge train And passenger's comments Frequently turn To the wages the wife Of a farmer can earn. The poet of Dumbwoman's Lane Sallies forth, He is hoping for no one to see.
DAY WITH GEORGE (for George Martin) You have had your white hair cut. Your son resembles you closely.
Memories slip across The even landscape.
Gauntlets of close-packed Road cones, Heading for the cool zone.
Hearing less, you still make Plans to set the fiddle flying. Voice colliding, notions stride And stream bareback Towards their home.
Let us eat our meal Near sunlight With white polystyrene Apple juice, Brown slices, And small packets of Butter wrapped in gold.
FLY BY NIGHT You were the one
--they could never reach --they could never teach
--that always had something --they could never touch
--who wanted so much --who wanted too much
that nearly had nothing
You were the one.
JERK OF ALL JERKS I'm a motorist that quite Likes a drink when he drives Who cuases the loss Of innocent lives
I'm the guy whith the pistol Who kills your best friend You really can't blame me 'Cos I'm round the bend
Hello - how are you? I'm the jerk of all jerks I'm here to undo All your charitable works
I do it quite simply by Makling mistakes And one little boo-boo Is all that it takes And you're at the mercy of Jerk of all jerks.
I'm the man that disposes Of nuclear waste There's no need to worry It's perfectly safe
In fact there is now Every reason to hope That if anything happens I'll easily cope. Hello -- how are you? I'm the jerk of all jerks...
I'm the leader who says As he wages his war That the children are not Ones that he's aiming for
Hello. How are you? I'm the jerk of all jerks.
THE NOTE YOU NEVER WROTE Later on, the story goes, A bottle floated out to sea, After days, when it had found the perfect spot It opened up And I read the note That note you never wrote to me.
After all, I'm sure you know, The Mayor of Baltimore is here. After days now he can finally appear. Now at last he's here But he never is gonna get my vote, 'Cos he never is gonna get a quote From the little note that you never wrote to me.
Further on, along the line, I was arrested on the shore Holding papers of government galore. I was taken in, But I read the note that you never wrote. Yes I read the note that you never wrote. Oh I read the note that you never wrote to me. Me. Me.
PICASSO'S LAST WORDS (DRINK TO ME) The grand old painter died last night His paintings on the wall Before he went he bade us well And said goodnight to us all
Drink to me, drink to my health You know I can't drink any more Drink to me, drink to my health You know I can't drink any more
3 o'clock in the morning I'm getting ready for bed It came without a warning But I'll be waiting for you baby I'll be waiting for you there
So drink to me drink to my health You know I can't drink any more Drink to me drink to my health You know I can't drink any more
49th FEARLEES SLEEP In empty public waiting room Remove brown cowboy boots To walk on glass fragments of Dolphin ornament that don't cut feet.
White shirt girl writes song Poet recognizes me and asks about Donated building. My son discusses glass piece.
Two red-fleshed newborn babies are adored. One repeats what I say, ending With 'Love your mum.' Poet says, 'Call before you leave town.' What's the number? Doesn't have one. Never gets calls, but everybody phones. Search for boots to go, See miniature kid's pair Before finding own.
Fond farewells to all.
MASSEUSE MASSEUR Ah so, Japanese masseuse Lie me on a towel And work me til I'm loose Hold my hand And sing me "Yesterday"
Lie, Argentinian masseuse Beside me on the floor And work me til I'm loose Making moaning noises We'll play girls and boys Is anyone at home?
Oh you New Orleans masseur Lie me on a table And work me til I'm loose Imagine my leg as hollow bronze My neck like a giraffe And I will burn a hole In your eyes Til someone comes To blow the candle out.
HOT AS THAT As I emerge from a sandy short cut The lady jogger asks: How hot is it In there?
Do you still have that house? Her male companion asks, How long do you spend here?
We rent. Three weeks in summer.
A fly flew off a dust dead mouse, In there.
Do you see a cool man standing before you? He sweats. That's how hot it is In there.
LITTLE WILLOW Bend, little willow Wind's gonna blow you Hard and cold tonight
Life, as it happens Nobody warns you Willow, hold on tight.
Nothing's gonna shake your love Take your love away No one's out to break your heart It only seems that way...hey
Sleep little willow Peace gonna follow Time's gonna heal your wounds Grow to the heavens Now and forever Always came too soon.
Little willow
Nothing's gonna shake your love Take your love away No one's out to break your heart It only seems that way...hey
Bend, little willow Wind's gonna blow you Hard and cold tonight Life, as it happens Nobody warns you Willow, hold on tight.
Ahhh, little willow Little willow
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