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Playing in the garden at Beaux Arts, receiving a song-writing award, High School yearbook.
Llyn French
Madness Magic By Daniel Wylie Kalais
[Transcribed by LF in 1975 from a cheap cassette recorded the same year in Nancy Renier Horn's living room. Danny played this song in a very free-form blues style, impossible to copy even if you sort of knew the tune. ]
--Everybody's blue but some don't know it--
Brother Otis said
as he aimed his pistol at a stranger's head
N me, I was lookin for a window, an alley, or door
when I came to my senses sittin in a bar
wonderin why I couldn't feel more
I was sittin there listenin to an ex-soldier
talk about where he'd been
Said he was fightin for peace n freedom
but he would not do it again
That's when the secret police appeared
paranoia on their breath
Seems they came to claim a deserter
who would not worship death
Some of my friends are dead n gone
but the river rolls on n on n on
I motored jumbled endless highways
wonderin where the time and miles had gone
Then I got stuck in Mannequin City lookin for somethin to pawn
Finally found a traffic light n some gypsy girls in love with love
We talked of more than dreams
touched the starry sky above
Woke up in the country, sun was shinin bright
I looked back to the city n all I could see was night
So I stayed high down on the farm n mellowed for a spell
Then hitched a ride back to the big city t boogie n raise some hell
'Cause my soul feeds on the city, lives on the country too
N you might be my enemy or I might be a friend to you
N some of my friends are crazy people now
But the river keeps rollin on, doesn't matter why
Got to keep my madness magic
Got to do what I feel best
Give n take love n play my music
Learn what I can from everyone
Doesn't matter what you do
you got to keep your madness magic