Who knows what he would have said,
if some cold winter morning they gave him
the news he died.
Maybe he’d remember having written
When they say “It is Roi
who is dead?” I wonder
who will they mean?
Maybe he’d’ve shrugged his shoulders and mumbled, So what?
He’d’ve said, Boy, I’m a long breath singer, a cantor,
I sing the Orgasmic Convulsive Artistical Protest
I’m the Changing Same
Came here from Mars on a flying record.
Maybe said Humpf! it’s gonna take you light years to get done mourning me,
because I’m in the tradition of cc rider, see what you done done,
I’m the Monk and the President,
I’m FUNKY knowing, the BLACK voice,
We are the blues,
So dark & tragic,
So old & magic . . . .
Bee-doo hihihi dee doop....