Part Two: The Making of a Soul

Chorus: Edweena went to calumet and left from there to college; She took along a porcupine whose name was known as knowledge; Now their relationship was fraught with pangs of loving hunger The Porcupine could question all, but all she knew was slumber Porcupine: A huge easy cozy wants our kiss to triumph But unbelievable admits -- Some questions receive a guarantee to shake you up How much marriage urges a windmill to pinch infinity? Is a magic hid-a-bed the final home of Spanish fire? Is firm corn merrier under gifts of less important love? We wonder But fantasy moves ahead; For the iceman just took a turn for the better And a small object flies from his mouth; A daring, jewel scales down the belted ear system And you have the modular optimistic silver original Welcome to the offshoots of Jupiter Chorus: Edweena never knowing why her friend would ramble so She shut him out and left a pout to bleed upon the snow Porcupine: Mourning Glories open only after noon begins; The open and the broken have begun to blend again They freeze a shape about the nape Of nectar and of knee; They leave a sleeve, they weave a grieve fox Mourning's never free Uncle Remus: The aching and the breaking are the making of a soul (The empties that have been returned relieve us of a goal) Chorus: Now who is gone and who is right And who is left to see For who is left is just a few Can two be more than three?