Τρίτη, 23 Αυγούστου 2011

Camarillo Brillo





She had that
Camarillo brillo

Flamin out along her head,

I mean her mendocino bean-o

By where some bugs had made it red


She ruled the toads
Of the short forest

And every newt in idaho

And every cricket who had chorused

By the bush in buffalo


She said she was
A magic mama

And she could throw a mean tarot

And carried on without a comma

That she was someone I should know


She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet

And she was breeding a dwarf

But she wasn't done yet

She had gray-green skin

A doll with a pin

I told her she was awright

But I couldnt come in

(I couldnt come in right then...)


And so she wandered
Trough the door-way

Just like a shadow from the tomb

She said her stereo was four-way

An I'd just love it in her room


Well, I was born
To have adventure

So I just followed up the steps

Right past her fuming incense stencher

To where she hung her castanets


She stripped away
Her ranchid poncho

An laid out naked by the door

We did it till we were un-concho

An it was useless any more


She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet

And she was breeding a dwarf

But she wasn't done yet

She had gray-green skin

A doll with a pin

I told her she was awright

But I couldnt come in

(actually, I was very busy then)


And so she wandered
Trough the door-way

Just like a shadow from the tomb

She said her stereo was four-way

An I'd just love it in her room


Well, I was born
To have adventure

So I just followed up the steps

Right past her fuming incense stencher

To where she hung her castanets


She said she was
A magic mama

And she could throw a mean tarot

And carried on without a comma

That she was someone I should know


(is that a real poncho...i mean
Is that a mexican poncho

Or is that a sears poncho?

Hmmm...no foolin ...)


3 σχόλια:

........ είπε...

Λάθος φωτογραφία ανάρτησες...
αυτή που δεν βγήκε ποτέ.
Αλλά έτσι είναι..
τώρα δεν καταλαβαίνουν την αξία των stencil μου, αλλά θα 'ρθει μια μέρα που θα μοιράζουν στα τουριστικά γραφεία χάρτες με τις τοποθεσίες τους και θα παρακαλάνε να είχα περάσει από την γειτονιά τους ή να έμενε ένα φίλος μου στην πολυκατοικία τους.

πλησίον του ποιητή είπε...

ανίδεοι
και
αγνώμονες.

τι τα θες. . . τελίτσα μου

........ είπε...

Όχι, δε θα λεγα ανίδεοι. Απλά δεν καταλαβαίνουν... επειδή δεν θέλουν.
Ούτε αγνώμονες. Η γνώμη τους μου προκαλεί ενδιαφέρον. Σκέψου πως θεωρούν ότι το χρώμα είναι βρωμιά. Φαντάσου πόσο άχρωμη και ανιαρή είναι η ζωή τους. Αλλά τους καταλαβαίνω...έτσι έχουν μάθει πως είναι το σωστό.

τα θέλω τα θέλω :)