Goodnight Irene

Sometimes she lives in the left brain

Sometimes she lives in the right

But she’ll fly away to the other world

Whenever she’s feeling uptight

 

She moved from Oklahoma

To the state of ecstasy

When she took a little traveling pill

Just to see what she could see

And articulation failed her

When it was needed most

As the face of God assailed Irene

Her brain, brain, brain begin to toast

 

(chorus)

Irene sees angels everywhere

Those messengers you know

That bring us news about ourselves

As they reach inside our souls

And it don’t matter if they’re chemical

Or if they really sing

Irene sees angels everywhere

They give that girl her wings

 

Her uncle rode his bicycle

Albert was his name

And that chemist worked for Sandoz

Where tripping was his game

There was mescaline and mushrooms

And lysergic straight from the Lord

Irene ingested all of it

From Uncle Albert’s hoard

 

She fathomed Hell—she soared angelic

With just one little pinch

And while her mind seemed awesome quick

Her body moved… about an inch

The colors were the least of it

Sweet Jesus was the Host

Oh Mother Mary let it be

Irene’s the Holy Ghost

 

 

Thomas Hubbard  (6/26/2009)

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