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ELEGY for DIZZY:   "WayneBo the Rainbow Boy" -- a folk-rock ballad for a friend of 50 years --             by John Hessburg, Editor.

12/19/2015

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Nerve center of fine arts & dialectics in Dinkytown USA -- WayneBo's pad for 14 years -- The Alamo. The 'Mo was a near-legend in Southeast Minneapolis during the 1980s & 1990s -- Dinkytown's revered House of Chill Repute.
© Copyright 2015-2020, Lyric & Music by John Hessburg. All Rights Reserved.

WAYNEBO the RAINBOW BOY

Some souls are like rainbows, they last just a while
You never know where they start
They arrive on a breeze & depart when they please
But they always gladden your heart.
 
Ain’t easy growin’ old in a culture this cold
Folks are so mobile & fast
Wayne filled his cup only half growing up
He made the innocence last.


(CHORUS)
Oh WayneBo the Rainbow

WayneBo the Rainbow
WayneBo the Rainbow Boy
He was clever & curious, a little mysterious
His pot o' gold was a wry kinda free-flyin’ joy

WayneBo the Rainbow Boy.


When
WayneBo was young his spirit was stung
By forces & faces he never could share
His heart grew wary & he never did marry
That loyal cat Gusto was his only heir.

For 50 odd years he danced with his fears
Toy action figures were satires of Self
No need to sulk while Godzilla & Hulk
Delighted our boy from their shelf.

(CHORUS)

His hair was unkempt, his aroma fresh hemp
His jeans they were Holier Than Thou
He was Mad Hatter sweet from his smile to his feet
Maestro of the Here & Now.

Wayne's luminous brain never let him grow vain
No time for drama, no braggin’, no bling
A grin lit his face when he said he got grace
From “TV Church” Sundays -- watching wrestling !

(CHORUS)

In his warehouse called “Spectrum,” no boss to correct him
Years with no windows, his work was his toy
Comic books galore, in piles on the floor
A New Never-Land for an Eternal Boy.

Ah remember when, back at Ol’ Seven-Ten
And a house that we called Alamo
Those late-night bull sessions, we partied like Hessians
And life had a carnival glow.

(CHORUS)

( Slow a capella, tempo rubato chant… )

Some souls are like rainbows, they last just a while
You never know where they start
They arrive on a breeze & depart when they please
But they always gladden your heart.


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