Farewell Angelina - Tim O'Brien

Farewell Angelina,

the bells of the crown

Are being stolen by bandits,

I must follow the sound,

The triangle tingles

and the trumpets play slow,

Farewell Angelina,

the sky is on fire

and I must go.

Theres no need for anger,

theres no need for blame,

Theres nothing to prove,

evrythings still the same.

Just a table standing empty

by the edge of the see

Means farewell Angelina,

the sky is trembling,

and I must leave.

The Jacks and the Queens

have forsaked the courtyard

52 Gypsies now file past the guards

In the space where the deuce

and the ace once ran wild

Farewell Angelina,

the sky is folding,

Ill see you in a while.

See the crosseyed pirates

sitting perched in the sun

Shooting tin cans

with a sawed-off shotgun

And the neighbors they clap

and they cheer with each blast

Farewell Angelina,

the sky is changing color,

and I must leave fast.

King Kong little elves

on the roof tops they dance

Valentine-type tangos

while the make-up mans hands

Shut the eyes of the dead

not to embarass anyone

Farewell Angelina,

the sky is embarassed,

and I must be gone.

The machine guns are roaring,

the puppets heave rocks

The fiends nail time bombs

to the hands of the clocks

Call me any name you like,

I will never deny it

Farewell Angelina,

the sky is erupting,

I must go where its quiet.