The Acron Blue

           
The version whom:              
             
Children love my lyrics              
             
My little thug lyrics,              
             
Who admit the sun you knew              
             
that took my pink moon too             
             
And I am a rat, a dirty science rat              
             
And so what              
             
I have found the most beautiful hue              
             
So true, and I knew              
             
It was the Acron Blue              
             
And in the wide world of such,              
             
I searched              
             
Upon and on, and in all the dark corners              
             
In meters and hertz of earth            
             
And there it was              
             
And it was written for you              
             
But I found it first,              
             
My true love              
             
The meaning of life              
             
And then I named it too              
             
In unconditional love;              
             
The Acron Blue              
             
This sweet butterfly that sleeps              
             
And now I recite              
             
A bit trite, and it’s true that I wept for you too              
             
Montéro Germaine Cranium              
             
My sweet Acron Blue              
             
And In my latent imperceptibility              
             
My point of view              
             
There was never a beginning,              
             
Only primordial fear of the dust of night              
             
And as the rat came to, he went into my room              
             
He gnawed the mousetrap so sweetly              
             
And the clock stopped flat              
             
And the pot haze did spill the beer              
             
And then he took the wrap            
             
With my arms so white              
             
It was so hot and sunny;              
             
So chilly that night              
             
And he cradled me so tenderly              
             
And I sang softly              
             
Sleep my science rat              
             
Sleep my bobby cop,              
             
Sleep my old bobby blue              
             
But do not whistle,              
             
For on the docks              
             
The clams lie benumbed in the lune              
             
And then,              
             
When I held your brain my darling              
             
And only then              
             
As if a Chinese man came from the shadows              
             
As all the Chinese Potentates do              
             
He stooped and stooped,              
             
And London watched London              
             
I clearly then knew my feat; Zanzibar              
             
As his cap was of a Navy hue              
             
So now I complete the Acron Blue              
             
Decorated with good nature of Caroline anchor              
             
And buttons of picots too              
             
And in front of popes and dopes              
             
And puffs of smoke              
             
And Charley Wankers too              
             
And then the penny fields followed              
             
And with their cloaks of flight;              
             
J’lui, Acron Blue              
             
And then I smiled in silence of the night              
             
And in the weepings,              
             
And whisperings I said              
             
I like you, and I’m delighted,              
             
But I don’t know quite why              
             
Or what it is that I want to try              
             
I want, I want,              
             
But I don’t know quite who              
             
What I wouldst do to hear my voice              
             
Damn and damn I am,              
             
But I am afraid of damnation too              
             
I am afraid of you Acron Blue              
             
And then his jersey of blue wool come forth              
             
And he said to me              
             
One could read in round letters              
             
Gasps of course              
             
of course of course              
             
Well, that was true              
             
The name of an Odom `lei Company              
             
Who?              
             
It is this that seems,              
             
That rounds the tunneled fear of dreams              
             
The world it screamed round the clock night and day              
             
And in that one night of daylight too              
             
And then…, when we got home              
             
Charles’s Charlady from the cares of penny fields              
             
Danced all night with my be-dazzled              
             
Chin’toc Seals and in Charlady of light,              
             
And the worm glowed a twinkle              
             
And Tess played Daisy Bell              
             
On his old piano that gave a winkle              
             
Floating to St. Augustine’s keys              
             
A blind beat but not flat,              
             
I thought it was a tree but it wasn’t              
It was only a piano with a camel’s teeth              
And he also wore something on his head              
And then I drove the Chinese man into my room              
And he put the rat on the door,              
And he stopped the clock again              
And then the pot spilled the beer some more              
And as my look, it hooked it in              
My trembling arms being rocked              
I rocked him like a child again              
Then I fell asleep on my back              
             
So J’lui took his knife …              
             
It was a treacherous icy knife              
             
A dirty red knife of truth              
             
A dirty knife with a specialized point of view              
             
My mad brain science,              
             
Made me no-brained              
             
Please my sweet brain,              
No more, come back to me              
And as he took it from me,              
             
I then said: okay              
             
So now I’m pickled in a jar,              
             
And my brain it wonders oh so far              
             
Fly away - my beautiful German star              
             
Into the Acron Blue              
             
             
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