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there's a beastly bone white

El Dorado Cadi

on a marthon til dawn

Quixotic spree

uncharted miles across forgotten country

a migration thru a long lost memory

in pursuit I pull alongside every briefly

peerin' thru tinted glass window eagerly

poised to hurl my harpoon

at that backseat passenger

who I must admit

looks quite a bit like me


who is Captain Ahab

who is Don Quixote

who are Vladimir and Estragon

who is Jean Valjean or Dean Moriarity

who am I, who are we


later on we pass a modern monstrosity

giant in a field

where fruit orchard should be

I take him for a knighted adversary

of my lady, La Madame

whose shield I carry

so I charge at battle speed on trusty steed

but my equal in the art of war

my rival proves to be

and to add confusion to insult and injury

that windmill's wearin' armor

with same coat of arms as me


who is Captain Ahab

who is Don Quixote

who are Vladimir and Estragon

who is Jean Valjean or Dean Moriarity

who am I, who are we


caught in a circle

round and round same willow tree

thus surmisin' it symbolic halt and wait

for a gypsy prophet to predict my destiny

or offer some silver linin' for this fate

but no such zen master tramp

happens along

so I chase once more that Cadi

while I sing once more my song


who is Captain Ahab

who is Don Quixote

who are Vladimir and Estragon

who is Jean Valjean

or Dean Moriarity

who am I, who are we


a shadow over shoulder lingers hauntingly

a discarded husk dragging in my long wake

it's silhouette hints at a shameful history

buried in too shallow grave kinda mistake

an only muttered whispers sorta eulogy

to remind no matter where I run

my past runs right with me


who is Captain Ahab

who is Don Quixote

who are Vladimir and Estragon

who is Jean Valjean

or Dean Moriarity

who am I, who are we


on the road t'ward horizon hellbent ridin'

and my chauffeur won't relent

though I request

if he knows our destination ain't confidin'

nor if privy to the purpose of our quest

quietly I'm feelin' grateful

for some company

misery's a pie slices infinitely

but we're rollin' in an El Dorado Cadi

and in glimpsed rearview reflection

clearly see

that the eyes behind the wheel

flicker with roman candle fever

and I feel my foot press pedal

and I know that driver's me


who is Captain Ahab

who is Don Quixote

who are Vladimir and Estragon

who is Jean Valjean

or Dean Moriarity

who am I, who are we


who is Captain Ahab

who is Don Quixote

who are Vladimir and Estragon

who is Jean Valjean

or Dean Moriarity

who am I, who are we


who am I, who are we

who am I, who are we