The Congo: A Study of the Negro BOOM, kill the Arabs,

Race BOOM, kill the white men,

BY VACHEL LINDSAY HOO, HOO, HOO.
Listen to the yell of Leopold’s ghost
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host.
Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Hear how the demons chuckle and yell
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Cutting his hands off, down in Hell.
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the Listen to the creepy proclamation,
table, Blown through the lairs of the forest-
Pounded on the table, nation,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a Blown past the white-ants’ hill of clay,
broom, Blown past the marsh where the butterflies
Hard as they were able, play: —
Boom, boom, BOOM, “Be careful what you do,
With a silk umbrella and the handle of a Or Mumbo-Jumbo, God of the Congo,
broom, And all of the other
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM. Gods of the Congo,
THEN I had religion, THEN I had a vision. Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
I could not turn from their revel in derision. Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you.”
THROUGH THE BLACK,
CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST
WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.
Then along that riverbank
A thousand miles
Tattooed cannibals danced in files;
Then I heard the boom of the blood-lust
song
And a thigh-bone beating on a tin-pan
gong.
And “BLOOD” screamed the whistles and
the fifes of the warriors,
“BLOOD” screamed the skull-faced, lean
witch-doctors,
“Whirl ye the deadly voo-doo rattle,
Harry the uplands,
Steal all the cattle,
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle,
Bing.
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM,”
A roaring, epic, rag-time tune
From the mouth of the Congo
To the Mountains of the Moon.
Death is an Elephant,
Torch-eyed and horrible,
Foam-flanked and terrible.
BOOM, steal the pygmies,
 The Congo: A Study of the Negro BOOM, kill the Arabs,
Race BOOM, kill the white men,
BY VACHEL LINDSAY HOO, HOO, HOO.
Listen to the yell of Leopold’s ghost
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host.
Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Hear how the demons chuckle and yell
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Cutting his hands off, down in Hell.
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the Listen to the creepy proclamation,
table, Blown through the lairs of the forest-
Pounded on the table, nation,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a Blown past the white-ants’ hill of clay,
broom, Blown past the marsh where the butterflies
Hard as they were able, play: —
Boom, boom, BOOM, “Be careful what you do,
With a silk umbrella and the handle of a Or Mumbo-Jumbo, God of the Congo,
broom, And all of the other
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM. Gods of the Congo,
THEN I had religion, THEN I had a vision. Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
I could not turn from their revel in derision. Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you.”
THROUGH THE BLACK,
CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST
WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.
Then along that riverbank
A thousand miles
Tattooed cannibals danced in files;
Then I heard the boom of the blood-lust
song
And a thigh-bone beating on a tin-pan
gong.
And “BLOOD” screamed the whistles and
the fifes of the warriors,
“BLOOD” screamed the skull-faced, lean
witch-doctors,
“Whirl ye the deadly voo-doo rattle,
Harry the uplands,
Steal all the cattle,
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle,
Bing.
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM,”
A roaring, epic, rag-time tune
From the mouth of the Congo
To the Mountains of the Moon.
Death is an Elephant,
Torch-eyed and horrible,
Foam-flanked and terrible.
BOOM, steal the pygmies,
 The Congo: A Study of the Negro BOOM, kill the Arabs,
Race BOOM, kill the white men,
BY VACHEL LINDSAY HOO, HOO, HOO.
Listen to the yell of Leopold’s ghost
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host.
Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Hear how the demons chuckle and yell
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Cutting his hands off, down in Hell.
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the Listen to the creepy proclamation,
table, Blown through the lairs of the forest-
Pounded on the table, nation,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a Blown past the white-ants’ hill of clay,
broom, Blown past the marsh where the butterflies
Hard as they were able, play: —
Boom, boom, BOOM, “Be careful what you do,
With a silk umbrella and the handle of a Or Mumbo-Jumbo, God of the Congo,
broom, And all of the other
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM. Gods of the Congo,
THEN I had religion, THEN I had a vision. Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
I could not turn from their revel in derision. Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you.”
THROUGH THE BLACK,
CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST
WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.
Then along that riverbank
A thousand miles
Tattooed cannibals danced in files;
Then I heard the boom of the blood-lust
song
And a thigh-bone beating on a tin-pan
gong.
And “BLOOD” screamed the whistles and
the fifes of the warriors,
“BLOOD” screamed the skull-faced, lean
witch-doctors,
“Whirl ye the deadly voo-doo rattle,
Harry the uplands,
Steal all the cattle,
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle,
Bing.
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM,”
A roaring, epic, rag-time tune
From the mouth of the Congo
To the Mountains of the Moon.
Death is an Elephant,
Torch-eyed and horrible,
Foam-flanked and terrible.
BOOM, steal the pygmies,
 The Congo: A Study of the Negro BOOM, kill the Arabs,
Race BOOM, kill the white men,
BY VACHEL LINDSAY HOO, HOO, HOO.
Listen to the yell of Leopold’s ghost
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host.
Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Hear how the demons chuckle and yell
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Cutting his hands off, down in Hell.
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the Listen to the creepy proclamation,
table, Blown through the lairs of the forest-
Pounded on the table, nation,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a Blown past the white-ants’ hill of clay,
broom, Blown past the marsh where the butterflies
Hard as they were able, play: —
Boom, boom, BOOM, “Be careful what you do,
With a silk umbrella and the handle of a Or Mumbo-Jumbo, God of the Congo,
broom, And all of the other
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM. Gods of the Congo,
THEN I had religion, THEN I had a vision. Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
I could not turn from their revel in derision. Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you.”
THROUGH THE BLACK,
CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST
WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.
Then along that riverbank
A thousand miles
Tattooed cannibals danced in files;
Then I heard the boom of the blood-lust
song
And a thigh-bone beating on a tin-pan
gong.
And “BLOOD” screamed the whistles and
the fifes of the warriors,
“BLOOD” screamed the skull-faced, lean
witch-doctors,
“Whirl ye the deadly voo-doo rattle,
Harry the uplands,
Steal all the cattle,
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle,
Bing.
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM,”
A roaring, epic, rag-time tune
From the mouth of the Congo
To the Mountains of the Moon.
Death is an Elephant,
Torch-eyed and horrible,
Foam-flanked and terrible.
BOOM, steal the pygmies,
 The Congo: A Study of the Negro BOOM, kill the Arabs,
Race BOOM, kill the white men,
BY VACHEL LINDSAY HOO, HOO, HOO.
Listen to the yell of Leopold’s ghost
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host.
Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Hear how the demons chuckle and yell
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Cutting his hands off, down in Hell.
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the Listen to the creepy proclamation,
table, Blown through the lairs of the forest-
Pounded on the table, nation,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a Blown past the white-ants’ hill of clay,
broom, Blown past the marsh where the butterflies
Hard as they were able, play: —
Boom, boom, BOOM, “Be careful what you do,
With a silk umbrella and the handle of a Or Mumbo-Jumbo, God of the Congo,
broom, And all of the other
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM. Gods of the Congo,
THEN I had religion, THEN I had a vision. Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
I could not turn from their revel in derision. Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you.”
THROUGH THE BLACK,
CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST
WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.
Then along that riverbank
A thousand miles
Tattooed cannibals danced in files;
Then I heard the boom of the blood-lust
song
And a thigh-bone beating on a tin-pan
gong.
And “BLOOD” screamed the whistles and
the fifes of the warriors,
“BLOOD” screamed the skull-faced, lean
witch-doctors,
“Whirl ye the deadly voo-doo rattle,
Harry the uplands,
Steal all the cattle,
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle,
Bing.
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM,”
A roaring, epic, rag-time tune
From the mouth of the Congo
To the Mountains of the Moon.
Death is an Elephant,
Torch-eyed and horrible,
Foam-flanked and terrible.
BOOM, steal the pygmies,
 The Congo: A Study of the Negro BOOM, kill the Arabs,
Race BOOM, kill the white men,
BY VACHEL LINDSAY HOO, HOO, HOO.
Listen to the yell of Leopold’s ghost
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host.
Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Hear how the demons chuckle and yell
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Cutting his hands off, down in Hell.
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the Listen to the creepy proclamation,
table, Blown through the lairs of the forest-
Pounded on the table, nation,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a Blown past the white-ants’ hill of clay,
broom, Blown past the marsh where the butterflies
Hard as they were able, play: —
Boom, boom, BOOM, “Be careful what you do,
With a silk umbrella and the handle of a Or Mumbo-Jumbo, God of the Congo,
broom, And all of the other
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM. Gods of the Congo,
THEN I had religion, THEN I had a vision. Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
I could not turn from their revel in derision. Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you.”
THROUGH THE BLACK,
CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST
WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.
Then along that riverbank
A thousand miles
Tattooed cannibals danced in files;
Then I heard the boom of the blood-lust
song
And a thigh-bone beating on a tin-pan
gong.
And “BLOOD” screamed the whistles and
the fifes of the warriors,
“BLOOD” screamed the skull-faced, lean
witch-doctors,
“Whirl ye the deadly voo-doo rattle,
Harry the uplands,
Steal all the cattle,
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle,
Bing.
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM,”
A roaring, epic, rag-time tune
From the mouth of the Congo
To the Mountains of the Moon.
Death is an Elephant,
Torch-eyed and horrible,
Foam-flanked and terrible.
BOOM, steal the pygmies,
 The Congo: A Study of the Negro BOOM, kill the Arabs,
Race BOOM, kill the white men,
BY VACHEL LINDSAY HOO, HOO, HOO.
Listen to the yell of Leopold’s ghost
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host.
Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Hear how the demons chuckle and yell
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Cutting his hands off, down in Hell.
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the Listen to the creepy proclamation,
table, Blown through the lairs of the forest-
Pounded on the table, nation,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a Blown past the white-ants’ hill of clay,
broom, Blown past the marsh where the butterflies
Hard as they were able, play: —
Boom, boom, BOOM, “Be careful what you do,
With a silk umbrella and the handle of a Or Mumbo-Jumbo, God of the Congo,
broom, And all of the other
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM. Gods of the Congo,
THEN I had religion, THEN I had a vision. Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
I could not turn from their revel in derision. Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you.”
THROUGH THE BLACK,
CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST
WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.
Then along that riverbank
A thousand miles
Tattooed cannibals danced in files;
Then I heard the boom of the blood-lust
song
And a thigh-bone beating on a tin-pan
gong.
And “BLOOD” screamed the whistles and
the fifes of the warriors,
“BLOOD” screamed the skull-faced, lean
witch-doctors,
“Whirl ye the deadly voo-doo rattle,
Harry the uplands,
Steal all the cattle,
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle,
Bing.
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM,”
A roaring, epic, rag-time tune
From the mouth of the Congo
To the Mountains of the Moon.
Death is an Elephant,
Torch-eyed and horrible,
Foam-flanked and terrible.
BOOM, steal the pygmies,
 The Congo: A Study of the Negro BOOM, kill the Arabs,
Race BOOM, kill the white men,
BY VACHEL LINDSAY HOO, HOO, HOO.
Listen to the yell of Leopold’s ghost
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host.
Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Hear how the demons chuckle and yell
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Cutting his hands off, down in Hell.
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the Listen to the creepy proclamation,
table, Blown through the lairs of the forest-
Pounded on the table, nation,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a Blown past the white-ants’ hill of clay,
broom, Blown past the marsh where the butterflies
Hard as they were able, play: —
Boom, boom, BOOM, “Be careful what you do,
With a silk umbrella and the handle of a Or Mumbo-Jumbo, God of the Congo,
broom, And all of the other
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM. Gods of the Congo,
THEN I had religion, THEN I had a vision. Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
I could not turn from their revel in derision. Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you.”
THROUGH THE BLACK,
CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST
WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.
Then along that riverbank
A thousand miles
Tattooed cannibals danced in files;
Then I heard the boom of the blood-lust
song
And a thigh-bone beating on a tin-pan
gong.
And “BLOOD” screamed the whistles and
the fifes of the warriors,
“BLOOD” screamed the skull-faced, lean
witch-doctors,
“Whirl ye the deadly voo-doo rattle,
Harry the uplands,
Steal all the cattle,
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle,
Bing.
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM,”
A roaring, epic, rag-time tune
From the mouth of the Congo
To the Mountains of the Moon.
Death is an Elephant,
Torch-eyed and horrible,
Foam-flanked and terrible.
0100BOOM, steal the pygmies,