Marcello Will Know Keb’ Mo’ (HALF A DRAFT, unedited)
by Marcello’s Papi

Dedicated to all the metaphysical poets who get confused with blues dudes

“Somehow or another
Every soul has got to meet….”

Somehow or other we will have to clean the street

“… everyone likes a party,
… no one wants to clean….”

But, oh, this momentum, our Perpetual Blues Machine

Life is getting much too much unlike Life

So we must call up the bossman, show ‘em how to hike

So’s we can move ensemble, hand in hand with pride

And we will, don’t you worry, embrace all cries

‘Cause Marcello will sing Keb’ Mo’ and fly fly fly

Then we’ll climb that mountainside

With the sweet young-at-heart who… just…

Refuse to die with lies.

[Pause.]

Epilogue:

“I’m gonna make my world a better place
I’m gonna keep that smile on my face
I’m gonna teach myself how to understand
I’m gonna make myself a better man” — Keb’ Mo’ (whose other lyrics I borrowed from above)
+ http://www.tangle.com/view_video?viewkey=baf5de6be9eb476e0406 (Agape Children’s Choir)
+ what I have to say in private, in confidence…

= one of the many possibilities which can be sung next, done next… for a better world… in time.

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