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FROM BEALE STREET TO OBLIVION: LYRICS



Rapture of Riddley Walker


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“Read Russel Hoban’s ‘Riddley Walker.’ It’ll explain everything.”

Went to the doctor, to see what could be given.
He said, “Sorry, but you’ve got to do your own livin’.”
Went to the pastor, to hear what he would say.
He said, “Sorry, son, come back later some time after judgment day.”

There is no safe way out of here. No passage below the dungeon.
No mother ship will save you. So goes the rapture of Riddley Walker.

How many-cools of Addom? Party cools of stone?
Hart of the wood shadder. Eusa roam.

Drop-John been climbing on Riddley’s back. Follow the power, a natural fact.
Orfing & Ardship, hardship is plain. Hardly Goodparley is ever the same.
Shadows and phantom’s convene in the snow.
Among the low whispers are voices you know.
Heaven is a long ways away. Heaven is a long, long, long, long ways away.

There is no safe way out of here. No passage below the dungeon.
No mother ship will save you. So goes the rapture of Riddley Walker.

How many-cools of Addom? Party cools of stone?
Hart of the wood shadder. Eusa roam.