Mary, holy mother of Jesus...
Trek Three
Footprint 60
were singing
in the
chapel of LOVE ~
Bro-
ther-
ly
LOVE ~
Floatin' n' singing
to
the Holy One
above ~
Wanna-Be
come
wingin' in
like a dove ~
Like
a
white-wing
dove ~
And they all
sang n' sang
while floatin' in
brotherly LOVE ~
Bro-
ther-
ly
LOVE...
Rena...
Footprint 61
And thee olde rugged
cross
was all a-
shine up front ~
A-
shine
with
Love blunt ~
And
our
man
Jesus stood ~
Waving His
baton
for
brotherhood ~
At the podium
be-
neath
the Cross ~
Thee musical director
for thee
one n' only
real n' right-on Boss!
Footprint 62
And that's what
it's all about
down here
on planet Earth ~
You can try
n' try
n' try but 'til
you give birth ~
To
a
new
You ~
You're
nothin'
but
blue ~
Try to tell me
that
isn't
truuuuuuue ~
And the sky
will
rain
on youuuuuuu...
Me & the illegal in Arizona...
Footprint 63
Hitler was a
mon-
ster
man ~
Who
got
outta
hand ~
He was a
little
monster
man ~
With a
bold
cold
plan ~
He had a
monster
man
brain ~
Full of
storm n'
full
of rain ~
A red
rain
of
death ~
And he had
monster
man
breath ~
When ever
he
opened
his mouth ~
In-
tell-
i-
gence run south ~
He was the
kind
of
man ~
Who would
bite
your
hand ~
After you give
him
some
bread ~
Yo, keep
him
well
fed ~
And
behind
your
back ~
With-
out
much
tack ~
Day
after
dispicable
day ~
He would spread
lies
that
you're gay ~
He
was
an
ass-hole ~
Kinda like another
monster boy
or two
I knowwwwwww...
Footprint 64
So the monster man
clipped
a-
long ~
Adding nation after
nation to his God
forsaken
sing along ~
'Til blood
was
spilled
everywhere ~
While he sat in
his
monster man
chair ~
Pre-
tend-
ing
to care ~
Yeeeeeeeap, pre-
tend-
ing
to care ~
When what he
really
did
was bare ~
A grudge a-
gainst all of
human-
kind, I swear ~
He was
an
ass-
hole ~
Kinda like another
bully boy
or two
I knowwwwwww...
Footprint 65
By n' by ol'
Wanna-Be quit
the mission, for
he done yurn ~
In this town
in this desert
on this planet
of No Return ~
To read n' write in
sol-
i-
tude ~
T'was then he
found this old tug
so out of
place n' rude ~
Mysteriously sunk
in
the
sand ~
Of
this
sun-charred
land ~
In the middle
of a little
Mexican village or
trailer park ~
That's where ye
olde boat was planted
so haunted
so stark ~
Stark?
what
kind
of word is that?
Just anudder one
I happened to
find here
under my hat...
~~~
Artwork
Mary, holy mother of Jesus the Christ, arises...
by Nicolas Poussin
Rena,
the most enthralling show-woman of the century,
bestows her own bedazzlement to the glorious occasion...
Copyright 2009 LLoyd David
Me & the illegal in Arizona ~ ready to defend ~ love peace & freedom...
from The Treasure of Poncho Villa, starring Rory Calhoun & Gilbert Roland (1955)...