The only way to get to Africa, you could fly,
but it's, again, a metaphor for death, a certain
kind of vulnerability in the fact that you
will perish.
Let's listen to "The Flying Man."
"I heard about the flying man, up in Arkansas,
Jonesboro.
The polices went up to him and the faster
they walked, the faster he walked.
Until he just spread his arms and sailed right
off.
And they never did catch him.
Said he was faster than the planes.
They told about him all through the South.
In Alabama, in Mississippi, in Arkansas."
