Wednesday, June 01, 2011

Sluggo the Fugitive

SLUGGO

And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder. One of the four beasts saying, 'Come and see.' and I saw, and behold a white horse.

FRAMED FOR A CRIME HE DIDN'T COMMIT

Selected panels from throughout Dell Giant #34: Nancy and Sluggo: Summer Camp (September 1960), by John Stanley
(with apologies to Mike Sterling)

There's a man goin' 'round takin' names

There's a man goin' 'round takin' names

And he decides who to free

And who to blame

Everybody won't be treated all the same

There'll be a golden ladder reachin' down

When the man comes around.

The hairs on your arm will stand up

At the terror in each sip and in each sup

Will you partake of that last offered cup

Or disappear into the potter's ground?

When the man comes around.

Hear the trumpets hear the pipers

One hundred million angels singin'

Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum

Voices callin'

Voices cryin'

Some are born

And some are dyin'

It's alpha and omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree

The virgins are all trimming their wicks

The whirlwind is in the thorn tree

It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom

Then the father hen will call his chickens home

The wise man will bow down before the throne

And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns

When the man comes around.

Whoever is unjust

Let him be unjust still

Whoever is righteous

Let him be righteous still

Whoever is filthy

Let him be filthy still

Listen to the words

Long written down

When the man comes around.

Hear the trumpets

Hear the pipers

One hundred million angels singin'

Multitudes are marchin'

To the big kettledrum

Voices callin'

Voices cryin'

Some are born

And some are dyin'

It's alpha and omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree

The virgins are all trimming their wicks

The whirlwind is in the thorn trees

It's hard for thee to kick against the prick

In measured hundredweight and penny pound

When the man comes around.

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts. And I looked, and behold a pale horse, and his name that sat on him was Sluggo. And hell followed with him.

3 comments:

McGone6/02/2011 9:39 AM
This wins the prestigious 2011 Johnny Cash Memorial Award for Achievements in Hovertext. Bravo, sir.

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SallyP6/02/2011 3:24 PM
Man, Javert was nothing on this guy!
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Dave6/02/2011 7:31 PM
That is the Stanleyest John Stanley ever. Yow!
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