Poetry: Engelbert Worcester - The May Be Song Of The Three Roads And More... (The Buried Buguie Buguie Of Hypnos Island For The Two Lobes Of The Brain - In The Song Another Song Inside The Song - Waltzing Blues in the tempo - Music: Janis Joplin - May Be

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Janis Joplin
Maybe










The May Be Song Of The Three Roads And More...



Maybe, you have to kill me with a strange strangler,...

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The Buried Buguie Buguie Of Hypnos Island For The Two Lobes Of The Brain

(Or The Buried Minds Song Of The Idiots)




bury me thousand feet underground,
bury me thousand feet underground, and more,
bury thousand feet below the ground and more, to make you happy,
bury thousand feet below the ground and more, to make you happy, surely you want
bury thousand feet below the ground and more, to make you happy, surely you want, if writhes the pain,
bury thousand feet below the ground and more, to make you happy, surely you want, if writhes the pain, I pass through the land,
bury thousand feet below the ground and more, to make you happy, surely you want, if writhes the pain, I pass through the land,
bury thousand feet below the ground and more, to make you happy, surely you want, if writhes the pain, I pass through the land, disappearing like a meteor,
bury thousand feet below the ground and more, to make you happy, surely you want, if writhes the pain, I pass through the land, disappearing like a meteor, burning up, losing my boned flesh,
bury thousand feet below the ground and more, to make you happy, surely you want, if writhes the pain, I pass through the land, disappearing like a meteor, burning up, losing my boned flesh, but time catches the trail that has not ever disappear,

but time catches the trail that has not ever disappear,
but time catches the trail that has not ever disappear,
but time catches the trail that has not ever disappear,
really this will is, not a sortilege of the verse,
a law who guides the knowledge of universe,


so repeat:
but time catches the trail that has not ever disappear,
but time catches the trail that has not ever disappear,
but time catches the trail that has not ever disappear,



In The Song Another Song Inside The Song


maybe.

Maybe you need as me,
so wild as me,
so beautiful as me,
need me, as you need, me.
Maybe, maybe,
And this cryings

Maybe you need, as me,
so wild as me,
so beautiful as me, need me,
as you need me.
Maybe, maybe,

And this slowing
that's cried river down of our veins,
maybe, maybe,
love grows up,
for you, and for me,
because this despair
will send me to the tomb
of our lost hopes,
maybe,
fair in the feel,
I will, the will, my will,
maybe,
the letters of this words
touch that sea

Waltzing Blues in the tempo



Maybe you need, as me,
so wild as me, so beautiful as me,
needs of me, as both we feel,
inside needing of us, sure,
as we feel both needs
of the other,
Maybe, maybe,
And this slowing
that's cried river down of our veins,
maybe, maybe, my being, my adored in me,
I know: there are better forms to be,
so my desire,
wishes in the work, working wishes,
this slick disappears on the moons of our eyes,
maybe, maybe,
front to front,
into the infinite, to the infinite,
will be,
maybe

maybe, maybe
love grows up,
for you, and for me,
because this despair
will send me
to the tomb
of our lost hopes,
the place where my cry,
a lot of the day,
is bombing the floor,
maybe, maybe,
oh! God!,
maybe.

maybe, maybe
fair in the field,
your roses grows on me,
and in the garden of our hands,
the tresses of the sand
smashing aloud the beach,
did not put a wall of a distance
which does not have to be,

maybe,
maybe,

you feel fell in love,
fell in love in who you feel,
so i did the way, can felt,
greatness can be,
so your-my waiting,
it is how it has to be resolved
in your-my waking,
that which does not dissolved

maybe,
maybe,

If you did, as me,
i will be the rock over the rock
where the river floats,
“Just let go—it’s okay, puts,
—let go obscure sorrows,
as we need asserted roots
are new words for today,
maybe, there will be,
more and more tomorrows,
maybe,
as mine is it...
the will,

maybe,
maybe...


Engelbert Worcester
Pantaleo Gardiner Publishers
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