Bus Ride Ballad To Suva chords by Allen Ginsberg

Verse 1
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Ballad written in shaky pen hand in school
copy book on a bus bumping around
the road on the shores of
Fiji going to the town of
Suva with
Lawrence
Ferlinghetti and his 11 year old son
Lorenzo.
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Bus ride ballad road to
Suva
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March 4th, 1972.
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Oh -ho, the
Australian lad dressed in red
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Oh -ho, the
Ferlinghetti, beard on his head
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Oh -ho, for the roar of the motor uphill
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Oh -ho, for the feathery grass standing still
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Oh -ho, the
Palm
Islands that rise from blue sea
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Oh -ho, the breezy sky that hangs over me
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Oh -ho, the dirt road that gives us away
Away to
Fiji,
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Port
Suva, we go there today
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Oh -ho, the black lady so big and so fat
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From eating the taro root,
pink hair, no hat
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Oh -ho, the clean
Indian wives in white cloth
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Oh -ho, the green frog that
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ate the black moth
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Oh -ho, misty hills all
sun shining we've seen
Oh -ho,
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palm -roof huts with doorsteps grass -green
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Oh -ho, the black cow,
head bent on the field
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Here by the old banyan,
bus stop squeaky -wheeled
The
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Fiji boy opens the beer with his teeth
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The bottle sits down on the floor by his feet
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A cowrie -shelled purse and
Pall
Mall cigarette
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Low tide by the ocean road,
sand is still wet
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Green craggy
Mabenga sits on the low sea
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Her men walk through fire
for you and for me
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Oh ho, that last night
the round kava bowl
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Numbed my mouth,
tasting the island's strange soul
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Oh -ho, for hibiscus, mail pouch on the nail
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Oh -ho, for the palm frond
that waves at the
well
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Oh -ho, tin -roofed deserts
and drainpipes
in rows
Pacific
Development
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Corp. only knows
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Oh -ho, blessed freedom on
Fiji's
Greenland
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Oh -ho, virgin hills, coconuts in your hand
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Oh -ho, bless the pawpaw
and orchid that grows
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Oh -ho, bless the
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Englishman's leftover rose
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But cursed be the merchants and
company cranks
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Capitalists hiding behind
Hong
Kong's banks
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Cursed be
Pan
Am and the hotel airways
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Their business is ruined for
Eden's always
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The wind that flaps the banana leaf, ho!
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Cocks that peck in the garden and crow,
ho!
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For the switchbacks on red dirt hillsides
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Cows walk by the jungle and
grazing abide
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We roll over mountains,
rocks clank in the dust
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Stop for bananas and pee as we must
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Oh, ho, the blue ocean,
what green peak we pass,
Down there the
White
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Houses of
Suva at last!
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