November 29, 2011
Dear Reader,
The title of page 36 is, "Extra Long, Extra Hard, Extra Black and Extra Deep." 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. Next Tuesday, I post page 37. Have a great week!
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Goatwater - Page 36 - Transcript -
Extra Long, Extra Hard, Extra Black And Extra Deep
Maman
(sings)
Lawman, when you are fair, you are fortunate.
At night, you get quite a peaceful sleep.
Painters petition you for your portrait,
which is yours, of course, to keep.
But when you compose of mud and shadow,
tenement brick-a-brack,
iniquity and cocoa heat,
you find your dark self laughing,
extra long,
extra hard,
extra black
and extra deep.
You find a nice pant at the market,
two for one dollar.
Excited it so cheap,
you laugh like a drunken idiot before you holler,
because when you about to pay for the pant,
salesman say it have on the wrong tag.
The pant cost more money –
you ain’t got it,
him take the pant out the plastic bag.
You say to the salesman,
“Pad’ner, look at my person,
I’ve become a Lawman in a dress.”
You of course continue to curse him
‘til the Salesman call you a stupid, dark brown mess.
Laughing, you say, “Salesman, I knew your Dear Mother,
a Taste with a pink, delicious pair of breast.
I knew so much more of her
which I will tell Reverend and Paparazzi
if you do not put an end to this duress.
Yes! Now please give up that pant, man,
so I can take off this nelly dress.”
Bred’ren, ain’t it true that when you fairer, you more fortunate,
because at night you is allowed uninterrupted sleep.
Painters petition your profile for dem portrait,
which is yours of course to keep.
But when you compose of mud and shadow,
tenement brick-a-brack,
iniquity and cocoa heat,
you find your pickney self laughing
extra long,
extra hard,
extra black
and extra deep.
Now, take one good look at me, Lawman Officer.
My skin like it should – so light, so good.
I arrive at carnival respectfully,
perched on top of this diner,
but wait, man, you’re right,
why DE hell
is it like DE Establshment
coming out my vagina?
Hahahahahahaha!
Oh damn this vertigo in ME ‘ead,
and lately a tit,
just a tit, of mild angina.
But for all me complaints, Lawman
life couldn’t be more fairer, just or finer.
Because when you fairer you more fortunater.
At night no one make a peep.
Painters petition you for your lovely portraiture,
which is yours of course to keep.
But when you compose of mud and shadow,
tenement brick-a-brack,
iniquity and cocoa heat,
don’t you find your dark self laughing,
extra long,
extra hard,
extra black
and extra deep?
Dear Reader,
The title of page 36 is, "Extra Long, Extra Hard, Extra Black and Extra Deep." 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. Next Tuesday, I post page 37. Have a great week!
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 36 - Transcript -
Extra Long, Extra Hard, Extra Black And Extra Deep
Maman
(sings)
Lawman, when you are fair, you are fortunate.
At night, you get quite a peaceful sleep.
Painters petition you for your portrait,
which is yours, of course, to keep.
But when you compose of mud and shadow,
tenement brick-a-brack,
iniquity and cocoa heat,
you find your dark self laughing,
extra long,
extra hard,
extra black
and extra deep.
You find a nice pant at the market,
two for one dollar.
Excited it so cheap,
you laugh like a drunken idiot before you holler,
because when you about to pay for the pant,
salesman say it have on the wrong tag.
The pant cost more money –
you ain’t got it,
him take the pant out the plastic bag.
You say to the salesman,
“Pad’ner, look at my person,
I’ve become a Lawman in a dress.”
You of course continue to curse him
‘til the Salesman call you a stupid, dark brown mess.
Laughing, you say, “Salesman, I knew your Dear Mother,
a Taste with a pink, delicious pair of breast.
I knew so much more of her
which I will tell Reverend and Paparazzi
if you do not put an end to this duress.
Yes! Now please give up that pant, man,
so I can take off this nelly dress.”
Bred’ren, ain’t it true that when you fairer, you more fortunate,
because at night you is allowed uninterrupted sleep.
Painters petition your profile for dem portrait,
which is yours of course to keep.
But when you compose of mud and shadow,
tenement brick-a-brack,
iniquity and cocoa heat,
you find your pickney self laughing
extra long,
extra hard,
extra black
and extra deep.
Now, take one good look at me, Lawman Officer.
My skin like it should – so light, so good.
I arrive at carnival respectfully,
perched on top of this diner,
but wait, man, you’re right,
why DE hell
is it like DE Establshment
coming out my vagina?
Hahahahahahaha!
Oh damn this vertigo in ME ‘ead,
and lately a tit,
just a tit, of mild angina.
But for all me complaints, Lawman
life couldn’t be more fairer, just or finer.
Because when you fairer you more fortunater.
At night no one make a peep.
Painters petition you for your lovely portraiture,
which is yours of course to keep.
But when you compose of mud and shadow,
tenement brick-a-brack,
iniquity and cocoa heat,
don’t you find your dark self laughing,
extra long,
extra hard,
extra black
and extra deep?
Goatwater
Copyright 2011
words and images by:
Tiffany Osedra Miller
all rights reserved.
Copyright 2011
words and images by:
Tiffany Osedra Miller
all rights reserved.
