Part II / VIII
Glove Island
Paschal Wilson
Glove Man.
The adventures of a glove.
Glove Man.
The things you do for love,
Inside a glove.
Glove up above,
Where glove is love,
and love is glove.
I say it again,
a glove is a friend.
I do not pretend,
A glove is a sin.
And now the Glove Man, he is taking off his hands.
The Glove Man, he is in another band.
The Glove Man.!
The Glove Man.
In the darkest night,
the Glove Man.
Yes, his gloves were made to fight.
The Glove Man,
and he looks into the sky.
The Glove Man,
he sees something in the night.
The Glove Man,
the Glove Man,
oh, the Glove Man.
And now the Glove Man, he’s doing what he can.
The Glove Man, he is everybody’s friend.
Glove Man!
If you’ve seen him, raise your hand.
Glove Man!
everybody clap your hands
for the Glove Man.
Night, night, night, night,
It’s nothing there.
I am nothing at all.
I don’t like gloves or hands or dogs.
I don’t like eating,
I don’t like breathing,
I don’t like seeing your face at all.
I don’t like when,
I don’t like you,
I don’t like how,
I don’t like food,
I don’t like money,
I don’t like jewels,
I don’t like pizza,
I don’t like Glove Man.
I don’t like Glove Man.
I don’t like the Glove Man.
I don’t like the Glove Man.
I like the man,
but I don’t like the gloves,
so I don’t like the Glove Man.
I don’t like the Glove Man.
I don’t like the lie.
I don’t like the Glove Man.
I don’t like the shadows of July.
I don’t like the Glove Man.
I don’t like the baby when it cries.
I don’t like anything anymore.
I don’t like gloves,
and I don’t like anyone.
The Glove Man watching me sleep.
I’m afraid of the Glove Man.
So I make sure that Glove Man can’t understand a hand
A Glove Man is a Love Man,
unless the glove is a Glove Man.
I put the glove in the Glove Man.
And that’s my secret,
I don’t like the Glove Man.
So I put him in another glove.
Yeah.
I am the Glove Man.
I am the Gloves Man.
I wear as many gloves as I ever can.
You can put me in a sweater,
you can put me in a military,
big, whatever.
I don’t care.
I’m the Glove Man.
I glove gloves.
I love the glove of doing whatever’s fun.
I love the glove of playing in the sun.
I love the glove of Mitsubishi cars.
I love the glove of rolling all my Rs.
I love the glove of the Great Lakes of Michigan.
I love the glove of California soup kitchens.
I love the glove of loving all the turtles.
I love the glove of 100 meter hurdles.
I am the Glove Man,
The Glove Man.
The Transdiminutive Glove Man!
The Glove Man of The Glove Man.
The Glove of The Glove Man.
If you put a glove on my hand,
it’s a Glove Hand.
If you put a glove on a glove,
that’s a glove.
If you put a glove on a Glove Man,
that’s a Glove Man.
So I do what I want, man.
The glove in the night is a glove in the night.
A glove is everything that you tell from another,
a glove is a brother,
a glove is your mother.
I don’t like the Glove Man, so I’m sitting outside of Glove Land.
I’m waiting for the Glove Man.
I’m gonna take off the glove man.
I don’t care just what it takes.
A glove is something I can’t face.
A glove is a mistake.
A glove is what you take when you can’t be naked.
A glove is something I can’t debate.
A glove is not what you conversate
A glove is what you want.
So I got a glove that’s better than yours.
The Glove Man is a sorry soul.
The Glove Man fights the gloves.
The Glove Man fighting every other glove,
but the Glove Man is the glove of glove.
Report from Major Glove Man:
This is a report from Major Glove Man.
I am far beneath enemy arrest.
I cannot feel my fingers.
I cannot see the sun.
This is Major Glove Man.
This is my farewell to arms.
I’m in the stars.
I can’t see in front of me.
I just put gloves on Mars.
This is Major Glove Man.
Something’s sneaking up in the shadows behind the Glove Man.
In the blackest night,
I’m crawling around at the speed of the sound of something that’s a little bit faster than
the speeding bullet of a Nerf gun.
The dark, dark, dark in my basement.
I keep it real dark in my basement.
I am the Evil Man.
I’m really Evil Man.
I say bad words.
And I wear black shirts in the night.
I do delight,
to terrorize
a traffic light.
He’s a detective in the shadows.
The Color Guy is something more than just a rascal
Color Guy,
you don’t know why,
but he’s behind
every night’s sky
that has no stars,
and no cars,
and no street lights.
Oh, the Color Guy,
He’s got private eyes.
the Color Guy.
Oh, Color Guy,
make you smile,
but you won’t know,
Before you go,
you’re gonna have to turn back on the lights.
Color Guy on the 4th of July,
he stays inside.
Color Guy,
Color Guy,
I don’t know why,
but you don’t cry
and you don’t lie.
Color Guy,
when you decide,
you know more than I,
the Color Guy.
Oh, the Color Guy,
what’s inside?
What’s inside of the Color Guy?
In the blackest night,
you can’t tell the color from the sky.
But the Guy is where I’ll find the end,
is he Color?
is he guy?
Is the color of a friend,
the Color Guy?
Oh, the Color Guy.
When he signs his name,
the Color Guy,
changes everything.
Because the Color Guy,
he just don’t see what he like.
The Color Guy,
Sees the moon was black as night.
So the Color Guy
becomes a Color Guy.
The Coloring Guy,
he colors the sky
with lies of lights.
Lies of the night sky,
Lies of delight.
making it white.
The Color Guy,
he’s coloring everything.
He’s coloring wedding rings.
He’s coloring magazines.
He’s writing on the walls.
He’s coloring the fall.
The writing on your head.
The color of the dead.
The color makes you cry.
But that’s that Color Guy.
No, he don’t seem too nice
when he ain’t coloring right.
Yeah, the Color Guy covers the news,
covers the weather.
The Color Guy covers
The color of my sweater.
The Color Guy is an equal fetter
to the Man that the Color Man has sworn revenge for.
The Color Vendor,
the Big Pretender.
The Mortal Swindler
of the Color Fixer.
Color Hitler.
Color Mixture.
Color Guy supplies.
The Glove Man and Color Guy, they’re going on a trip to Vegas.
The Color Man and the Glover Guy, you don’t know who’s famous.
It’s Freaky Friday
and I’m feeling all right.
The Glove Man
is the Color Guy tonight.
I was playing my hand at a game of poker.
But Glove Man was the Joker.
Now I’m staring down my face from around the table.
I see my eyes,
black as night,
or maybe in a glove,
I forget which one I was.
But I know the cards I dealt.
The color of the suit is what I see.
Now, was it hearts or diamonds,
am I fourth of Julying?
I was making my mind up when I see a royal flush
of the Color Guy!!!!!
Now, baby,
that’s just for me.
And I said that you should try
To pretend that you can
Ever get better
Cause Pretenders
Pretend
to get like me.
Yeah, the color of you
ain’t the color of me.
I got the ace king
of every color I need.
But he said,
hold it now, Color Guy,
wait a minute.
I think you forgot
What it was was not finished,
‘cause I got two Jokers,
and that makes my flush
a little royaler than yours.
Color Guy said,
“The rich get richer
and the lucky stay lucky,
and that’s why
I have to kill you.”
So the Glove Man said,
“now I think you’ve better shoot,
you gonna miss.”
So Color Guy, he aimed through the eyes of the Glover Man on the 4th of July.
He said,
“baby,
I’m about to blow you sky high.”
Now, Glover Man,
was he scared,
was he playing?
Did Glover Man have a real specific plan?
He said,
“Color Guy,
pull the trigger.
I can’t get bigger
than tonight.
Color Guy,
aim fancy,
Aim true,
but my color’s aiming
little lower than you.”
The Guy inside of the glove
was Color Guy!
I don’t know how we ever discovered
That the glove inside the glove was really blood inside of color.
But the blood of color and the Guy of the Glove still can’t see one to one
The Color is Decider.
The Glove is Complier.
The Handyman
is the one
who has to die.
What happened to the Brothers?
who’s talking now?
I don’t know my only name.
Color Guy.
I don’t see your face.
Lucky day.
Guy-colored ace
Lucky Shot.
Color Gay.
Banned from the Casino.