Frownland

my smile is stuck
i cannot go back t’ yer Frownland
my spirit’s made up of the ocean
n’ the sky ‘n the sun ‘n the moon
‘n all my eye can see
i cannot go back to yer land of gloom
where black jagged shadows
remind me of the comin’ of yer doom
i want my own land
take my hand ‘n come with me
it’s not too late for you
it’s not too late for me
t’ find my homeland
where uh man can stand by another man
without an ego flyin’
with no man lyin’
‘n no one dyin’ by n’ earthly hand
let the devils burn ‘n the beggar learn
‘n the little girls that live in those old worlds
take my kind hand
my smile is stuck
i cannot go back t’ yer Frownland

-DON VAN VLIET

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