 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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