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Tony Jeffris went to Brazil
to visit his good friend Chris.
He left his girl then she left him
on chances to good to miss.
He came back with tales to tell,
stories that must be told;
of cowboys riding through jungles at night,
searching for streets of gold.
Chris was down there on some kind of grant,
studying new beliefs--
Where the virgin and saints are like voodoo dolls,
made up of grass and leaves.
People get possessed sometimes
by Afro-Gods, mischievous spirit fools.
They dance all night in ecstasy,
their frenzied eyes glittering like jewels.
When Jeffris rambles on like this,
he, too, becomes possessed.
His head jerks and his eyes hint
at mysteries unguessed.
"Down there it's a whole different thing,
a whole different sense of time.
You could go down there and find yourself,
or you could lose your mind..."
People get possessed sometimes
by Afro-Gods, mischievous spirits fools.
They dance all night in ecstasy,
their frenzied eyes glittering like jewels...

Some Kind of Grant