Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
The lyric is a pretty much word for word lift from a newspaper article reporting the death of Emmanuel Zucchini. The article was reproduced in the albums artwork.
Emmanuel Zacchini Senior
The Human Cannonball
Died in Sarasota Monday
Eighty-four was all
From Italy in thirty-four
John Ringling brought him here
A broken neck in fifty-one
Ended his career
But in those years in between
Seventeen in all
Few flew as fast or as far
As the Cannonball
Fifty-eight yards and one foot
Was the distance that he went
Fifty-four miles in an hour
The speed that he was sent
Two of his brothers and two daughters
Nine grandchildren in all
And the one great-grandchild
Survive the Cannonball
He died on Monday where he lived
It happens to us all
Shot through the air expecting nets
A flight and then a fall
Emmanuel Zacchini Senior
The Human Cannonball