It was chance that we stopped
Where we stopped
When we stopped.
People last night
Said it was fate
But I know it was an accident.
Like driving down a back road
Going through a ghost town
You think to yourself
This is the way it used to be
It's so clear here that I can see myself
Like I was in a stream and all I've gotta do now is...
You never forget that place
It's a perfectly shaped moment in time and space
A vision of a future that will never be
You know it even as you dream it
We can renovate one of these store fronts
And move out here.
Of course you know you never will
The vision has power because it answers a need
Some people find what they need in the darkness
Some people are transfixed by lights
We checked in and we'll check out
All the deer has to do is blink.
I had a permit to build a Beauty Salon
At 2401 Munger Street
Beauty Salons went out of style
Many closed down
I had a better idea
Which came to me in words
The Orange Show.
I will build a concrete house
In the Land of Opportunity
Bringing ideas from Florida.
Clockman knows how to live a Hundred Years
And still be spry.
To build this Show
You'd have to be born in the Steam Age
On some river like the Chattahoochee
Near Fort Gaines Georgia
like I was.
You'd have to know about the Control of Steam
Few men have such Knowledge
All of them that do are dead.
As I ran into things I just bought it
I bought bought bought
I bought it on the spot
If you don't it's gone
You have to buy it and store it up
You can't wait until the last minute
On this kind of a thing.
Wise Owl says
Eat Oranges And Live.
I worked worked and worked
I sweated enough to float a canoe
For two years I was completely lost
I knew I had a good idea
I began to make a pattern
It grew and grew.
Without fear or hesitation
I can say
It is the Most Beautiful Show On Earth
The Most Colorful Show On Earth
The Most Unique Show On Earth.
There'll be miniature bales of cotton
On the River Boat
And a Colored Man
Sitting on the bales of cotton
They'll fire the cannon at the Indians.
I've got a Monkey that runs by batteries
He'll clap his hands
I've got some Frogs that run by batteries
We'll stop the boat
Let folks watch the Frogs perform
They're not real
People will think they are
They won't be able to tell the difference.
As new as the Moon
As new as the Dome Stadium
Admission only a Dollar
Please bring exact change.
Come To The Orange Show and Vote
Can you say the Orange Show
Is the Most Beautiful Show On Earth?
Is the Most Unique Show On Earth?
Is the Most Colorful In Harmony Show
Is the 9th Wonder Of The World?
That Jeff D. McKissack
Who built the Orange Show
All by himself
Over a period of many years
Is a CREATIVE, ARTISTIC BUILDING GENIUS?
Come To The Orange Show
You'll love it!
If I'd have quit building this Show
Anytime one of the neighbors didn't want it
I wouldn't have had no courage
If I didn't have any more courage
I'd shoot myself.
It takes courage to build a Show like this
I was 65 years old
Didn't have any money
I saved it out of my salary
Very few men 65 years old spend all that money
On a Show.
I can't understand them myself
Why they have to hate me like that.
The Orange Show is built like a fort
Extra strong It's got to be that way
Weak construction would make the orange look weak
As a nutrient
Strong construction makes it look strong.
I expect to take in a couple hundred thousand dollars a year
Everybody in Houston's gonna want to see it
Everybody in the United States is gonna want to see it
Lots of Saturdays and Sundays I'll have a thousand people
That cafeteria over there handles 3000 people a day
I can handle that.
On the other side of every desert is Bay City
Which sits at the end of the road
At the farthest reach
Of the last straining lunge forward
Of an exhausted dream
At the end of the line
For every Free Citizen
Of the Future Passive Conditional
Where the irresistible westward urge
Collides with the immovable Pacific object
We take our place at the end of that long checkout line
As we wait for time to catch up.
Geography cannot lie
We face the mirror
We cross the desert
The buzz of neon on the horizon
Draws us through parched heat
As if it were Reno Nevada itself
Sucking on the long straight straw
Of that great lost highway
After the test
After the epiphany
After the vision the revelation and the satori
The end of the road is
And always has been
Where all travelers must come to a Separate Peace
Or be swallowed up.