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I met a girl from Union Square

She said, “The hibiscus is in my hair

It’s hot in the summertime, it’s drying up

I’ve been seeing mirages like dreaming

My mind is dizzy, busy drinking

The water dripping from towers

My mind is rapt, dancing in the greenmarket

The mixture of flowers”

 

I met a girl from Union Square (Samantha Blurrrrr)

I met a girl from Union Square (Samantha Blurrrrr)

I met a girl from Union Square (Samantha Blurrrrr)

Miss Samantha Blurrrrr (from Union Square)

 

An enigma found through history

People come and go to the Square of Union

In search of the pearls of the city

There’s reminisce, there’s talk

In the center, like the coliseum

No one comes to blows, the quivers full of delight

She’s a butterfly getting along with the bees

She’s there outside in the park

On the bench in the square, in sight

She learned to crawl then walk with her mouth

A broken faucet, it’s running answers to questions

She mends caring, sharing, a dynamic fountain

Miss Samantha Blurrrrr (from Union Square)

Miss Samantha Blurrrrr (from Union Square)

 

I met a girl from Union Square (Samantha Blurrrrr)

I met a girl from Union Square (Samantha Blurrrrr)

I met a girl from Union Square (Samantha Blurrrrr)

Miss Samantha Blurrrrr (from Union Square)

 

I met a girl from Union Square

She said, “The hibiscus is in my hair

It’s hot in the summertime, it’s drying up

I’ve been seeing mirages like dreaming

My mind is dizzy, busy drinking

The water dripping from towers

My mind is rapt, dancing in the greenmarket

The mixture of flowers”

 

She introduces herself, as one who walks beneath the surface

Spiritually deep, parallel, Ocean’s teacher, Miss Samantha Blurrrrr 

She goes on escapades in Union Square

When it’s cold, when it’s warmer

Than hot springs and saunas

In the daylight, dark night

Union Square larks, she hangs around in the caldisack

Speaking with vendors and hit or miss walkabouts

She’s casual, dancing in the diversity of flowers

Looking to see and learn something, meet someone new

No one takes dollars for what she’s interested

She’s built up karma, found some excitement

It’s beautiful, mind enlightening, nice drama

Her river flows to the east to the coast

 

I met a girl from Union Square (Samantha Blurrrrr)

I met a girl from Union Square (Samantha Blurrrrr)

I met a girl from Union Square (Samantha Blurrrrr)

Miss Samantha Blurrrrr (from Union Square)

 

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Whisper this, whisper that

Condolences, uneasy

Dressed in mustache

Matched with glasses

Champagne and wine and dine

Mumble fiction, mumble fact

Speak the creed, scribble treaties

Mumble quiet, mumble loud

Crystal clear, so they hear

Not too high – pitch the sound

Careful with how it appears

Smile, cheese

Greedy, yes, no, maybe so

Come on please

Show the crowds, they’re your peers

Oooh, ahhh, woah, uh oh, oh no

They know, no one is

No one can be a flawless pro

We’re all monkeys, quit judging

Darwin was right, we’re all monkeys

Yeah son, we’re all lucky

 

Funky Johnny Yoyo is marching

Everyone’s watching

Funky Johnny Yoyo

He’s heating up

 

Funky Johnny Yoyo aren’t we lucky

We’re all monkeys

The peers are poking

Asking questions by the millions

Are you happy, are you pleased?

Is your head in the clouds? 

Recollection, thoughts are said

Memories are mixed, everything’s lessened

Unheard, unlearned, crazy thorns

Questions on repeat 

Are you happy, are you pleased?

Is your head in the clouds?

Answer silent, it is golden, the bars are cold

The lock is frozen, the cage is getting old

Don’t you worry, don’t you cry, it’s all for show

Funky Johnny Yoyo has arrived

It’s almost over now

He’s here, made your momma

Made her super proud

 

Funky Johnny Yoyo

He’s heating up

He hears, he calms

He disarms the bombs

Funky Johnny Yoyo

He’s heating up

 

He’s hopping fences

White picket, stereotypical sixties

Barb wired, even electric

Rocking, he’s like Dennis

Funky Johnny Yoyo the menace

Without the threat

Not of the administration, disobedient

Makes you think, only for ten seconds

Then longer, harder, until you got it

Coincidence he does only well

Whoever, whatever, wherever, whenever

Why-ever, that’s messed up

However, that’s better

Forever is way too long

It’s over, roll the credits

He’s heating up

Funky Johnny Yoyo

Throw him an Oscar, a Grammy

He was on MTV, that’s his Emmy  

 

It’s Funky Johnny Yoyo time

He hears, he calms

He’s here to

Disarm the bomb

Automatically trained 

When he falls he climbs

Time after time

He’s like a brain

Coming high, coming low

Walk the dog, rock that cradle

Intensity is pouncing

The pressures mounting

Ears are bleeding

Heads are bobbing

Bodies are bouncing

They’re heating up

They’re taking off

Pity pretty, pretty pity

Do not worry, no one’s busy

No one’s lying, no one’s vanished

Everyone’s circling over his head

Watching Funky Johnny Yoyo like a hawk

 

Funky Johnny Yoyo

He’s heating up

He hears, he calms

He disarms the bombs

Funky Johnny Yoyo

He’s heating up

 

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it was a coincidence but i like the motion blur (she’s the redhead on top of the taxi). took place in union square and i named it miss samantha blur.  i got this blownup as a 12×18 print and it looks unreal!

I’m headed back up the mountain

We soared down

Back up the mountain

We turn down

In between trees

We ride within

Aspens and pines

We spray on

Back up the mountain

We live on

The white

We float on

Down to the open coast

And its waves

 

You can find me soon

Along the horizon

Where land, sky, and sea bend

Together into a sheer silhouette

You’ll find me when waves break

No matter the weather

Where waves break

 

When the time comes

I’ll trek on down

Back to home once again

To the lighthouse from where the light sends

When leaves burn with red

Fall to the ground

Brown ash filling the road-beds

In place of rosebuds

I’ll follow the petals

Glide into the river

Float downstream

To and from ecstasy

I’ll lie in the pampas

Between the beach and peak

Await twilight’s arrival

Beneath the moonlight

Counting the spots on the stars

The craters of the moon

Stay until the rooster crows  

Life is awake, asleep, a dream  

I’m complacent

Where the sky, mountains and shore

Meet without a seam

 

You can find me soon

Along the horizon

Where land, sky, and sea bend

Together into a sheer silhouette

You’ll find me when waves break

No matter the weather

Where waves break

 

When the mountainside is white

I’ll be back up by sun’s rise

And I’ll enjoy the time of the day

Riding in the clouds

Surrounded by stumps, branches, leaves

Lost in empty woods

Cliff dropping trips

The looming night

Compels me to descend

From the freezing and frightened

Smothered and wind blown trees

Listening to the crash

On the rocks

I escape to stay

Stay to escape

In the sun, snow, or rain

Where peaks, trees, clouds, and water bend

Together into a sheer silhouette

When waves break

Where waves break  

 

You can find me soon

Along the horizon

Where land, sky, and sea bend

Together into a sheer silhouette

You’ll find me when waves break

No matter the weather

Where waves break

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