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After seven days
He was quite tired so God said:
"Let there be a day
Just for picnics, with wine and bread"
He gathered up some people he had made
Created blanket and laid back in the shade
The people sipped their wine
And what with God there, they asked him questions
Like: do you have to eat
Or get your hair cut in heaven?
And if your eye got poked out in this life
Would it be waiting up in heaven with your wife?
God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him
So he said:"Once there was a boy
Who woke up with blue hair
To him it was a joy
Until he ran out into the warm air
He thought of how his friend would come to see;
And would they laugh, or had he got some strange disease?
God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him
The people sat waiting
Out on their blankets in the garden
But God said nothing
So someone asked him:"I beg your pardon:
I'm not quite clear about what you just spoke
What that a parabole, or a very subtile joke?"
God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him
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What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy?
ThereŽs a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy
IŽve had my lungs checked out with X rays
IŽve smelled the hospital hallways
Someday IŽll have a disappearing hairline
Someday IŽll wear pyjamas in the daytime
Times when the day is like a play by Sartre
When it seems a bookburningŽs in perfect order
I gave the doctor my description
IŽve tried to stick my prescriptions
Someday IŽll have a disappearing hairline
Someday IŽll wear pyjamas in the daytime
Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot
Maybe if I could do a play-by playback
I could change the test results that I will get back
IŽve watched the summer evenings pass by
IŽve heard the rattle in my bronchi...
Someday IŽll have a disappearing hairline
Someday IŽll wear pyjamas in the daytime
Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot (2x)
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Once there was this kid who
Got into an accident and couldn't come to school
But when he finally came back
His hair had turned from black into bright white
He said that it was from when
The car had smashed so hard
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Once there was this girl who
Wouldn't go and change with the girls in the change room
But when they finally made her
They saw birthmarks all over her body
She couldn't quite explain it
They'd always just been there
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But both girl and boy were glad
'Cause one kid had it worse than that
'Cause then there was this boy whose
Parents made him come directly home right after school
And when they went to their church
They shook and lurched all over the church floor
He couldn't quite explain it
They'd always just gone there
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