The crew of spiritualities & I float along on the make-believe tug-boat...




Footprint 66


Blun-

der-

in'

  alonnnnnnng ~


Rootin'

tootin'

my

   sonnnnnnng ~


Snug

as

a

   bug in a rug ~


In

my

Popeye

   tug ~


In the midst

of

a misty

   purple cloud ~


Dropping lightning bolts

that

crack

   bright n' loud ~


Over Indian homes and

mil-

i-

  tary bases ~


Over

vast

empty

   spaces ~


With-

out

any

   treeeeeees ~


But what about

spirit-

u-

alities?


I'm just

a

bone

   head ~


Yeap, that's just

what

I

   said ~


With a bell

in

my

   head ~


That's gonna

keep on

ringing until

   the day I'm dead...




Footprint 67


Be

it

known

   that ~


While

  lounge-

ing

   at ~


Ye

olde

 mis-

   sion ~


I was not

completely

out

   of commission ~


For I found

me

a

   job on the cob ~


Wanna-Be Me

become a part-time

low-wage

   corn on the job ~


Day

af-

ter

   day ~


About

two

miles

   away ~


That's how I moved out

n' payed rent

fer this beat-up

   little old ship ~


That

has

managed

   to shlip ~


Me

up

and

   away ~


Into a higher

realm

of peace & comfort

   today ~


The Peace & Comfort

of Re-

al-

   iteeeeeee ~


It's reflected in all

this in-

fin-

   iteeeeeee ~


Here in the deepening

Desert of

E-

terniteeeeeee...




Footprint 68


Well well, loooooook

who is

grin-

   ing today ~


No matter how bad

I feel

this grin will

   not go away ~


After all, skulls

are

like

   that ~


And that

is all

I got

   under my hat ~


A skull

a bell

and

   a lot of air ~


And a grin I can't

get rid

of

  I swearrrrrrr...




 



Footprint 69


There

it

   is ~

the purple plateau ~


Oh no

oh no

oh no

oh nooooooo!


I must get by

Her

in order to

  spiritually grow ~


Shouldn't be too hard

seeing as

I'm just skull n'

   bone, you knowwwwwww ~


But the juices in

my soul

are

   still alive ~


Those furious juices

demanding

me

  to dive ~


Between thee

inviting

legs

   of a woman ~


A

beautiful

beautiful

skull n' bones woman!


Ah, to clickity clack

n' crack

our bones together

   into the night ~


A supreme

 de-

light

!




Footprint 70


Anyway, there's

the

Purple

   Plateau ~


Right outside

the

pilot house

   window ~


And here she

comes

flying

   oh so lowwwwwww ~


In

the

violet n' turqoise

   twilight glowwwwwww ~


The ghostly

goddess of

my

   single man's life ~


She who has taken

the place of

a

   God fearing wife ~


It's

a

 show-

   down, folks ~


Above

this

Deep Desert

ground, dear folks...




An illustration from Frank Herbert's novel, Dune...