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The Elocution Blues

[Mumbling]
I ain’t got no elocution,
Can’t tell what the fuck I just said.
I ain’t got no elocution,
Can’t tell what the fuck I just said.
I ain’t got no elocution,
And for all the communication I accomplish,
I might just as well be dead.

Now my baby asked a question,
And I tol’ her, best I could.
Yeah my baby asked a question,
And I tol’ her, best I could.
But when my baby asked her question,
She thought I said I’d rather be battered and glued to a rhinoceros,
Though I tried to say I would.

So now my baby’s left me,
Though I begged for her to stay.
Yeah, now my baby’s left me,
Though I begged for her to stay.
Yeah, my baby’s gone and left me,
‘Cos she thought I said something ’bout geese with myxomatosis,
When I asked for one more day.

[Mumblin’ LOUD]
Well I ain’t got no elocution,
No man knows what the fuck I said.
No I ain’t got no el-o-CU-tion,
No man knows what the fuck I said.
Now I ain’t got no elocut-i-o-n,
And I might just as well be singing about Gottfried von Leibniz,
I should just go back to bed.

Words

Words are strings:
Some people like to tie one end to their brain
and the other to things in the world
so that when they pull on the word
the object comes.
But others weave the words into nets
and wave them in the wind
in the hope
of catching
ideas.