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BLINKERED SAILOR
[Character inspired – equally deeply and loosely – by … Is she ANYWHERE now??]
She was a blinkered spavined horse with a battle-bleached blaze
Just like a Little Jackie Horner by Hamilcar Barca ways
She used to linger by the king though she was no queen at all
She kept the ‘boes accommodation on the Woebash Cannonball
They said she came from Ala-Bama with a banjo on her knee
I know John Lennon knew her name as he was dyin’ (to meet me)
She had a stumbleweed connection on the map of Japan
She used to trip to San Fernando via old Beer-O’Bijan
(There stood a filthy frank man outside the gates of the town
He waved around his shootin’ stick until the walls fell down
Well he was black and fully naked; she was white and she was not
So when the two did come together common sense was yellin’ hot)
You came to smack her bed-in bitch-up – little little Goldilocks
I knew full well she was a 21st a-century fox
And when the sun was all eclipsed she gave da drum a tattoo
Yeah I did never like to fuck her ‘cause I never liked to
She smoked a golden marijuana, sniffed a silver cocaine
She shot a Bible black stuff right down a Median vein
But she was shot and she was strangled, she was raped in the hay
And then the turbid river waters sent her body away
And somewhere in the sea the fishes ate her flesh at night
And in the morning every one of them was radiant light.
Some people said she was a secret, others said she was a hype
Some even claimed she was a kind of magic stereotype
I know myself she was a sailor and a ship and the sea
And in the case you don’t believe you may believe she was me.
*** (2003) [звуковой файл]