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1 July 1995

J. Elephant

there's this guy i met the other day
named J. but since then they've taken to calling him Elephant;
and not only because he is one.
man, ya aughta see him.
big ears. grey ears. elephant ears.
One on each side of his head.
i whisper at him and he doesn't turn --
but still i Think he can hear every thing.
thick legs. grey legs. elephant legs.
One way down below each of his ears.
he walks by me and i can't hear him --
but still i think that in a Stampede every one would hear.
long trunk. grey trunk. elephant trunk.
One between his two big ears.
he tucks it in his shirt pocket as he walks by --
but with it out he could suck All the water out of his aquarium.

oh yeah -- and he lives in an aquarium.
it's like the Man put him there or somethin,
as if he could outdo all the circuses with one cheap trick.
ah well -- at least he's swimmin instead of...
yeah, that's right.

 forgotten memories   of being burned at the stake   sweet dreams   sharing   hand-in-hand   the stranger   hidden courtyards   holding You   princess   happy day   loneliness   fragile, handle with care   my small trip to the cement factory   dedication   this record is for You   the day that I cried   Last night I woke up under my bed.   my silver Dancing shoes   Man my heart tears.   the three things   strait jackeght   like you   abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz   Fire cooks me   Princess Alexandra:  A Little Story   cats up cat twice   sweet rain water   little children   my heart   How blind I am in wooden glasses.   I know she's crying cause it stains her voice,   Dear Family,   I pound at my heart   We run away from the ice cream truck   purple sunset   J. Elephant   so i walk up to you with this   the Soul queen   so, you say that i do not speak   window   dear sweet old Ordinary   i am a Harp