February 7, 2012
Dear Reader,
The title of page 45 is, "Don't Have Mercy." You will find a transcript of this page at the end of this letter. Make sure you zoom in to see the lettering and/or read the transcript, below. I will post page 46 on Tuesday, February 28th.
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Goatwater - Page 45 - Transcript - Don't Have Mercy
Ruthie
(sings)
Don’t have Mercy
Because I’ve been bad
Ever since I was born to carnival
There ain’t nothing I ain’t had.
So close the doors to your train, then
Go on now, pass on by, goodbye!
I’m more freer shackled to carnival
Than if, like a Cargo-for-Christ Bird, I could fly.
Don’t you dare concern yourself
With my salvation
Or with the unique details
of my personal badderation,
Because in my dream
I’m a whole figurine
And on this island, dreams
Are equal to concrete, mud and sand
Sand ain’t nothing but dust from the devil’s
Ole crusty eyeholes, anyway,
“Bad” is truly all I know and what I am
So don’t you, don’t you have Mercy,
(Okay have mercy, LORD Have Mercy)
Because Ruthie, yes, Ruthie been bad
Ever since 1492, when she was forced into carnival
There ain’t nothing, there ain’t nothing, there ain’t nothing,
And I mean nothing, did I say nothing, she ain’t had.
Missus
Nice one, Ruthie! Next time, try singing all that bullshit directly into the microphone.
Stoosh
Horny, I don’t think I want to travel on a train that doesn’t accept tamarind candy as an offering. Say, you think anyone on this island might braid my hair? It’s starting to look ridiculous.
Octaroon & Officer
Help!
Dear Reader,
The title of page 45 is, "Don't Have Mercy." You will find a transcript of this page at the end of this letter. Make sure you zoom in to see the lettering and/or read the transcript, below. I will post page 46 on Tuesday, February 28th.
Remember, if you don't dream any other day of the week, dream with me on Tuesdays.
You can now link to the Table of Contents on every page. Click here to start at the beginning of this webcomic. Have a great week and remember that Goatwater is updated every Tuesday. Email any questions or comments to bassacards(at) yahoo.com.
If this is your first time visiting this site, or you are a regular reader, email me at the address above if you want me to add you to my mailing list so that I can send you an email reminder, every Tuesday, when I’ve added the new page. No spam, and I will not share your email with anybody else, just the link to the new page and some update information, if I have any. And feel free to let me know, at any time, if you want to stop receiving the weekly emails. Thank you for your support!
Goatwater - Page 45 - Transcript - Don't Have Mercy
Ruthie
(sings)
Don’t have Mercy
Because I’ve been bad
Ever since I was born to carnival
There ain’t nothing I ain’t had.
So close the doors to your train, then
Go on now, pass on by, goodbye!
I’m more freer shackled to carnival
Than if, like a Cargo-for-Christ Bird, I could fly.
Don’t you dare concern yourself
With my salvation
Or with the unique details
of my personal badderation,
Because in my dream
I’m a whole figurine
And on this island, dreams
Are equal to concrete, mud and sand
Sand ain’t nothing but dust from the devil’s
Ole crusty eyeholes, anyway,
“Bad” is truly all I know and what I am
So don’t you, don’t you have Mercy,
(Okay have mercy, LORD Have Mercy)
Because Ruthie, yes, Ruthie been bad
Ever since 1492, when she was forced into carnival
There ain’t nothing, there ain’t nothing, there ain’t nothing,
And I mean nothing, did I say nothing, she ain’t had.
Missus
Nice one, Ruthie! Next time, try singing all that bullshit directly into the microphone.
Stoosh
Horny, I don’t think I want to travel on a train that doesn’t accept tamarind candy as an offering. Say, you think anyone on this island might braid my hair? It’s starting to look ridiculous.
Octaroon & Officer
Help!
Goatwater
Copyright 2011-2012
words and images by:
Tiffany Osedra Miller
all rights reserved.
Copyright 2011-2012
words and images by:
Tiffany Osedra Miller
all rights reserved.
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