THE HANDSTAND | april 2005 |
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BIRD FLU Joe Ambrose I had to go
for Burroughs, Beckett or Beuys. Given half a
choice, Id go for Joyce. Im the
man in black until things get brighter. Bring me the
head of a singer-songwriter Too many
people, too many chickens. Asian flu. The
world sickens. Im going
with a guy with grey hair. People stop
and stare but I dont really care. So strange to
be a stranger, So strange to
walk alone So strange to
be a stranger In the place
that you call home. Too many
people, too many chickens. Asian flu. Dont
know what to do. -----------------------------------------------------. DOWN IN DUBLIN Joe Ambrose I was down in death, I was down in Dublin, I was down in the ground, I was going some place only dead men go, A bleak black place only dead men know. I was down in the depths of the deepest sea, Down where there is no you or me. I went down down down like Elvis Presley. I was down and out. I thought youd rescue me -----------------------------------------------------. RIGHTEOUS GENTILE Joe Ambrose Daughter of Asher Benson, Good morning and I love you. Ill be yr righteous Gentile When we drive Israel into the sea, Give the Arabs back their country. Give Long Island to the liberal Jews, Their promised land by the sea. And the Tough Jews Florida can have If they battle it out with the Cubans |