Aoxomoxoa

Waves of violet go crashing and laughing
The rainbow winged singing birds fly 'round the sun
Sun bells rain down in a liquid profusion
Mermaids on porpoises draw up the dawn
What's become of the baby this cold december morning?

Songbirds frozen in their flight
Drifting to the earth, remnants of forgotten dreaming
Dawning answer comes there none.

Go to sleep you child, dream of never-ending always
Panes of crystal ice sparkle like waterfalls
Lighting the polished ice caverns of the dawn,
But where in the looking-glass fields of illusion
Wandered the child who was perfect as the dawn?
What's become of the baby this cold december morning?
What's become of the baby this cold december morning?

Racing in rhythm of the sun
All the world revolves captured in the eye of woman
Allah, where are you now?

All eyes are blinded by the sparkling waters
Scheherazade gathering stories to tell
But where is the child who played with the sunshines?
And chased the cloud shape to the regions of mind?
Standing stream cries the south wind
Lost in the regions of
Shadow-like chains of illusion, delusions of living and dead.

Da da da da da da da da da da da

Sittin in mangrove valley chasing light beams
Everything wanders from baby to z
Baby baby pretty it up on tuesday old like a rum-drinking demon at tea.
Baby baby tell me what's the matter, what, what tell me what's your why how?
Tell me why will you never come home
Tell me what's your reason, if you've got a good one.

Everywhere i go, the people all know everyone's doin' that rag.
Everywhere i go, the people all know everyone's doin' that rag.

Take my line, go fishin' for a tuesday,
Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea.
Gave my baby twenty or forty good reasons,
Couldn't find any better ones in the morning at three.

The rain gonna come, but the rain gonna go y'know.
Steppin' off sharply from the rank and file.
Awful cold and dark like a dungeon
Maybe get a little bit darker before the day.
Hipsters, flipsters, real cool chicksters everyone's doin' that rag.

You needn't gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset.
No one is watchin' or standin' in your shoes.
Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning,
Everything promised is delivered to you.

Don't neglect to pick up what your share is,
All the winter birds are winging home now.
Hey love go, and look around you,
Nothing out there you haven't seen before now.

Wading in the water and you'll never get wet,
If you keep on doin' that rag.
Wading in the water and you'll never get wet,
If you keep on doin' that rag.

One eyed jacks and the deuces are wild
And the aces are crawlin' up and down your sleeve.
Come back here pretty baby louise
And tell me the name of the game that you play.

Is it all fall down? is it all go under?

Cosmic charlie how do you do? truckin' in style along the avenue.
Dum de dum de doodley do. go on home your mama's calling you.
Kalico, kahlia, come tell me the news.
Calamity's waiting for a way to get to her.
Rosy red and electric blue i bought you a paddle for your paper canoe.

Say you'll come back when you can whenever your airplane happens to land.
Maybe i'll be back here too it all depends on what's with you.
Hung up waiting for a windy day kite one ice since the first of february.
Mama keeps saying that the wind might blow ,
But standing here i say i just don't know.

New ones comin' as the old ones go,
Everything's moving here but much too slow now,
A little bit quicker and we might have time,
To say "how do you do?" before we're left behind.
Calliope wail like a seaside zoo. the very last lately inquired about you,
It's really very one or two. the first you wanted, the last i knew.

I just wonder if you shouldn't feel,
Less concerned about the people unreal.
The very first word is "how do you do?",
The last "go home your mama's callin' you."

Calling you, calling you, calling you, calling you,
Go on home your mama's calling you.

Look for a while at the china cat sunflower,
Proud walking jingle in the midnight sun.
Copperdome bodhi drip a silver kimono,
Like a crazy quilt stargown through a dream night wind.

Crazy cat peekin' through a lace bandanna,
Like a one-eyed cheshire, like a diamond-eye jack.
A leaf of all colors plays a golden-string fiddle,
To a double-e waterfall over my back.

Comic book colors on a violin river cryin' leonardo,
Words from out a silk trombone.
I rang a silent bell, beneath a shower of pearls,
In the eagle-winged palace of the queen chinee.