To Bonga

The soft parade

"...Catacombs,

Nursery bones,

Winter women

Growing stones,

Carrying babies

To the river;

Streets and shoes,

Avenues,

Leather riders

Selling news,

The monk bought Lunch.

He he he, he bought a little.

Yes, he did Woo!

This is the best part of the trip.

This is the trip, the best part

I really like it.

What'd he say?

Yeah!

Yeah, right!

Pretty good, huhHuh!

Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number!

Successful hills are here to stay,

Everything must be this way.

Gentle streets where people play,

Welcome to the Soft Parade.

All our lives we sweat and save,

Building for a shallow grave.

“Must be something else”, we say

“Somehow to defend this place.”

Everything must be this way,

Everything must be this way, yeah. Aah, yeah!

The Soft Parade has now begun

Listen to the engines hum.

People out to have some fun,

Cobra on my left,

Leopard on my right, yeah.

Deer woman in a silk dress,

Girls with beads around their necks,

Kiss the hunter of the green vest

Who has wrestled before

With lions in the night...

(When all else fails,

We can whip the horse's eyes

And make them sleep and cry).”

*The doors (Versos de Jim Morrison)

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