[clyde]

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but we shouldn't dwell on the past
for it is gone
only our noodle does know the time,and of the clock before 12
hard to forget not to delve

the funny man is in my noodle.
the funny man feeds it apple stroudle
he takes up all the space,left in one erase
and every day he feeds it more and more

and if there are no more funny things to fill
and if the art work bcomes entombed
and if the body of work fades into the sunset, 'till you can't see me or you
i'll meet you on the bright side of my room

the funny man is playing movies
the funny man is playing movies
the curtain raises,sometimes it praises
i show what pleases me
it shuts things out
it throws away all doubt
the funny man in there,i know he's me

and if no music played inside of here
there would be the things i can't bear to see
and when the music stops and loses all their tune
i'll meet you on the bright side of my room









































































all that i am
is not very much
but i was once
i felt the touch
all i recall
in grass so tall
i see nothing else
but the flowers bloom
i eat all i can
from that funny man
always i eat
that last hot meal
all that was made
was anything saved
i can see the words
i hear them still now
but the funny man
doesn't know how
all that i know
and all that i paint
are fields of gold
the train station is gone
i'm not bound for rome
i can never go home
i have none
but my noodle's in tune
and there's always room
where i am inside of this place
for just one more..one more happy face