At The Cafe With Old Mary Line and Dougy

from Blue Light Special by Davy Hamburgers

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lyrics

old Mary Line she said meet me for
gumdrops at the cafe with Dougy
I said o Mary Mary o Mary this can not be
as Dougy is across the ocean from me
her reply was a sigh o ye of little faith
have I not already dropped miles
like lace
drippings from the curtains of my swift steeded coach?
don't I dance like reflections from my diamond brooch?
sunrays and bluejays and arrow bolts and me, knave
the brisk pace belongs solely to the brave
distances are but the slightest lil dust motes
when you run planes dreams clouds and boats

all things of movement they fall under my domain
from the wings of the lear jet to the drops of the rain
so choose that vehicle wisely
the leaf has deficiencies but the acorn does not fly for free

you can
glide around the currents almost at will if you
pay off the pipers watch out for snipers
the dangerous path becomes harrowing in spots
there's a blind bend where you gotta watch yer back at all costs
astrally project or bring a flock of bots
guard your party well past the submergence at the tunnel
safety assured they cross as dots forming a funnel
slowing from a line glowing bits from thoughts
restored whole 'pon exit portal
no other egress been offered to the mortal
wormhole glimpses
see yourself gone dusty flour
redeemed under troubled skies
flesh to rock to carbon pressed
turns the timeclock on its head
paradox shudder the chances are Mary was a streamlined steamline rudder
dance at paddle wheels pull the breadpans and cannonshot
under Mary spun trances while the gallery wept