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Awake Ghost Song
Awake Dawn's Highway Newborn Awakening To Come of Age Black Polished Chrome (Latino Chrome.) Angels and Sailors Stoned Immaculate The Movie Curses, Invocation American Night The World on Fire Lament The Hitchhiker An American Prayer/ Hour For Magic/ Freedom Exists/ A Feast of Friends Awake Ghost Song WAKE UP! You can't remember where it was Awake My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day's divinity First thing you see.
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side And we laugh like soft, mad children Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy The music and voices are all around us. Choose they croon the Ancient Ones The time has come again Choose now, they croon Beneath the moon Beside an ancient lake Enter again the sweet forest Enter the hot dream Come with us Everything is broken up and dances. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dawn's Highway Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
grandmother and a grandfather - were driving through the desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian workers had either hit another car, or just - I don't know what happened - but there were Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death.
I tasted fear. I musta' been about four - like a child is like a flower, his head is just floating in the breeze, man. The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back - is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead Indians...maybe one or two of 'em...were just running around freaking out, and just leaped into my soul. And they're still in there.
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice Blood in my love in the terrible summer Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.
Blood will be born in the birth if a nation Blood is the rose of mysterious union Blood on the rise, it's following me.
Indian says, nothing at all.
The dead are newborn awakening With ravaged limbs and wet souls Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement Who called these dead to dance? Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand? Was it the wilderness children? Was it the ghost god himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly? I called you up to anoint the earth I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin I called you to wish you well To glory in self like a new monster And now I call you to pray
Lurking jaws, joints of time? The Base To come of age in a dry place Holes and caves.
The bus gives you a hard-on with books in your lap Someone shot the bird in the afternoon dance show They gave out free records to the best couple Spades dance best, from the hip.
The music was new black polished chrome And came over the summer like liquid night. The DJ's took pills to stay awake and play for seven days They went to the studio And someone knew him Someone knew the TV showman He came to our homeroom party and played records And when he left in the hot noon sun and walked to his car We saw the chooks had written F-U-C-K on his windshield He wiped it off with a rag and smiling cooly drove away He's rich. Got a big car.
Scenes of rape in the arroyo Seduction in cars, abandoned buildings Fights at the food stand The dust the shoes Open shirts and raised collars Bright sculptured hair.
I show you good time. This place has everything. C'mon... I show you.
Dreams watching each other narrowly I will never treat you mean Never start no kind of scene I'll tell you every place and person that I've been. Always a playground instructor, never a killer Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over He manouvered two girls into his hotel room One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican Poor boys thighs and buttock scarred by a father's belt She's trying to rie Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games Handsome lad, dead in a car Confusion No connections Come 'ere I love you Peace on earth Will you die for me? Eat me This way The end I'll always be true Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe If you'll only show me Far Arden again. I'm surprised you could get it up He whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt Haven't I been through enough? she asks Now dressed and leaving The Spanish girl begins to bleed She says her period It's Catholic heaven I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck My chest is hard and brown Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin We could plan a murder Or start a religion.
No eternal reward will forgive us now For wasting the dawn. Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused One summer night, going to the pier I ran into two young girls The blonde one was called Freedom The dark one, Enterprise We talked and they told me this story Now listen to this... I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat Soft driven, slow and mad Like some new language Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god Wandering, wandering in hopless night Out here in the perimeter there are no stars Out here we is stoned Immaculate.
The mindless voice announced All those unseated will await the next show. We filed slowly, languidly into the hall The auditorium was vast and silent As we seated and were darkened, the voice continued. The program for this evening is not new You've seen this entertainment through and through You've seen your birth your life and death you might recall all of the rest Did you have a good world when you died? Enough to base a movie on?. I'm getting out of here
Silver stream, silvery scream Oooooh, impossible concentration. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Curses, Invocation Weird bate-headed mongrels I keep expecting one of you to rise Large buxom obese queen Garden hogs and cunt veterans Quaint cabbage saints Shit hoarders and individualists Drag strip officials Tight lipped losers and Lustful fuck salesman My militant dandies All strange orders of monsters Hot on the tail of the woodvine We welcome you to our procession
look at them smile Watch them dance an Indian mile Look at them gesture How aplomb So to gesture everyone Words dissemble Words be quick Words resemble walking sticks Plant them they will grow Watch them waver so I'll always be a word man Better then a bird man American Night What was that? I don't know Sounds like guns...thunder. (Roadhouse Blues)
Hey, listen! Listen! Listen, man! listen, man! I don't know how many you people believe in astrology...
Sagittarius The most philosophical of all the signs But anyway, I don't believe in it I think it's a bunch of bullshit, myself But I tell you this, man, I tell you this I don't know what's gonna happen, man, but I wanna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames Alright! The World on Fire Sore and crucified I seek to know you Aquiring soulful wisdom You can open walls of mystery Stripshow
TV death which the child absorbs Deathwell mystery which makes me write Slow train, the death of my cock gives life
Taught us god in the child's praye in the night
Ancient wise satyr Sing your ode to my cock
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen Lost cells The knowledge of cancer To speak to the heart And give the great gift Words Power Trance
Wild haired chicks Women flowering in their summit Monsters of skin Each color connects to create the boat which rocks the race Could any hell be more horrible than now and real?
death and my cock are the world I can forgive my injuries in the name of Wisdom Luxury Romance
Words are the healing lament For the death of my cock's spirit Has no meaning in the soft fire Words got me the wound and will get me well I you believe it
A tounge of knowledge in the feathered night Boys get crazy in the head and suffer I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence The Hitchhiker The Hitchhiker Stood by the side of the road And leveled his thumb In the calm calculus of reason Hi. How you doin'? I just got back into town L.A. I was out on the desert for awhile
An actor out on loan"
I don't think anybody will find out about it, but...
this guy gave me a ride, and ah...
Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys Have you been borne yet Let's reinvent the gods, all teh myths Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests [Have you forgotten the lessons We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees Our mother is dead in the sea Do you know we are being led to & that fat slow generals are getting Do you know we are ruled by T.V. The moon is dry blood beast Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers amassing for warfare on innocent O great creator of being grant us one more hour to The moths & atheists are doubly divine We live, we die Journey we more into the Cling to Cunts & cocks We got our final vision Columbus groin got (I touched her thigh We have assembled inside this ancient To propagate our lust for life The barns are stormed The windows kept & only one of all the rest To dance & save us W/the divine mockery Music inflames temperament (When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free a 1000 Magicians arise in the land) Where are the feasts we are promised Where is the wine Give us a creed To believe A nightr of lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color hundred hues a rich mandala for me & for you & for your silky pillowed house a head, wisdom & a bed Troubled decree Resident mockery has claimed thee We used to believe in the good old days We still receive In little ways The things of Kindness & unsporting brow Forget & allow Did you know freedom exists Did you know madmen are w/in a jail, w/in a gaol We're perched headlong We're reaching for death We're trying for something Wow, I'm sick of doubt Cruel bindings The sevants have the power dog-men & their mean women I'm sick of dour faces Tower, I want roses in Royal babies, rubies Strangers in the mud These mutants, blood-meal Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful like a scaring over-friendly guest you've Death makes angels of us all No more money, no more fancy dress I will not go |
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