Footprint Twenty Seven
Booooooo-
m!
Cahhhhhhh-
blam!!!
Whoaaaaaaa
it's
Hoover
Dam ~
Blown
into
the
sky ~
One
thousand
miles
high ~
Chunks of concrete
all over
our
Earth's face ~
Chunks of concrete
float-
ing
in outer space ~
Holy
mudduh
holy
fudduh ~
Here come
'da
wattuh?
No
no
no
'tis light instead!
So went
the dream in
the sleeping tramp's
head ~
The sky was so
hot
there was no water
behind this dam ~
All the water had evaporated
I guess
so when the dam
went ca-blam ~
What flooded thru
the canyons
wasn't a huge wave
of H-two-oh ~
What gushed across
the desert
was
more like a glow ~
So what had been
behind the dam
somewhat
out of sight ~
Was not a lake of
water
it was a lake
of Light...
Footprint Twenty Eight
What kind
of
light
was this?
Not one thing
did
it
miss ~
It hit
every-
thing
with its kiss ~
And filled this
desert
town
with bliss ~
Oh what kind
of
light
was this?
If you ducked
it
still
wouldn't miss ~
Your face
with
its
glowing kiss ~
And filled
every-
one
with joyful bliss ~
Just what kind
of
light
was this?
Walked
up to yuh
like
an enchanting Miss ~
Planted
on
yer face
a spooky kiss ~
That filled
yer soul
with
heavenly bliss!
What kind?
what kind?
what kind?
a giant wave of light ~
So kind!
so kind!
so kind!
a tidal wave so bright ~
Crashes
thru
your
head ~
Smashes
up
your
bed ~
Takes
your
hand
in a misty dream ~
Floats
you
on a leaf
in a sparkling stream ~
Makes
you
so
weightless and small ~
You
don't even
splat
when you fall ~
And
fills
you
with bliss!
What kind
of
light
is thiiiiiiiiiis...
Footprint Twenty Nine
The tramp
(yours truly)
awoke
the following day ~
Asked
the director
if
he could stay ~
Stay and do
assigned chores
at the mission of
No Return ~
For the simple
reason
that he had a lot
to learn ~
Plus
he couldn't find
much work
in this town anyway ~
So he got to clean
the mission latrine
twice
every spic n' span day ~
For food and
a bunk and
a place
to stay ~
And of course
with-
out
pay-ay-ay-ay...
Footprint Thirty
But
before we
dwell upon
those missionite days ~
Let me tell you
a little bit
'bout
this purple haze ~
That I am
present-
ly
slipping into ~
And you don't
even
have to believe
it's true-ue-ue-uuuuuuue...
Footprint Thirty One
The clock stopped
I dunno
how many days ago
at one minute to one ~
And I no longer eat
'cuz my cookin' ain't
well
it ain't too fun ~
Consequently
I've
become
skin n' bone ~
And my skin is
peeling off
like
I'm in the Twilight Zone ~
I
no
longer
go out ~
Out
n'
a-
bout ~
I
just
stay
right here ~
And write
and write
and write
n' ignore my stupid fear ~
Of
this
haunted
old boat ~
That
I swear
is
gonna float ~
Away
one
of
these days ~
In
a
funny
purple haze ~
That's right,
everything in here
has
a purple tint now ~
And the air
in here
tastes
like purple mint now ~
Here
in
this
tug boat now ~
In this old boat
I can't step
out
of some how ~
And
I'm
hearing
voices ~
With
no
more
choices ~
Voices that are
not
comin' from
outside ~
And all
they do
is chant
"See You Later Clyde ~
"Is
goin'
for
a ride ~
"See
You
Later
Clyde ~
"Is
goin'
for
a riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide!"
A purple haze envelopes Hoover Dam and the lake behind it by means of internet technology...