Is everybody in? Is everybody in? Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin. WAKE UP! You can't remember where it was Has this dream stopped?Volver Arriba
Awake
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign
of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a
cool jeweled moon
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.
Me and my -ah- mother and
father - and a
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.
So the car pulls up and stops.
That was the first time
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.
Blood in the streets in the
town of New Haven
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 screams her brain as
they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth
of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious
union
Blood on the rise, it's following
me.
Indian, Indian what did
you die for?
Indian says, nothing at all.
Gently they stir, gently rise
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
Can we resolve the past
Lurking jaws, joints of time?
The Base
To come of age in a dry place
Holes and caves.
My friend drove and hour each
day from the mountains
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.
Hey man, you want girls,
pills, grass? C'mon...
I show you good time.
This place has everything. C'mon...
I show you.
Angels and sailors, rich girls, backyard fences, tents, Dreams watching each other narrowly, soft luxuriant cars. Girls in garages, stripped out to get liquor and clothes half gallons of wine and six-packs of beer. Jumped, humped, born to suffer, made to undress in the wilderness.
I will never treat you meanAlways a playground instructor, never a killer
Never start no kind of scene
I'll tell you every place and person that I've been.
I'll always be trueI'm surprised you could get it up
Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe
If you'll only show me Far Arden again.
I'll tell you this...Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused
No eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn.
Out here we is stonedBack To The Top!
Immaculate.
The movie will begin in five momentsWe filed slowly, languidly into the hall
The mindless voice announced
All those unseated will await the next show.
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 Where are you going? To the other side of morning Please don't chase the clouds, pagodas
Her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand.
It's all right, all your friends are here When can I meet them? After you've eaten I'm not hungry Uh, we meant beaten
Silver stream, silvery screamBack To The Top!
Oooooh, impossible concentration.
Here come the Comedians
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
What was that?
I don't know
Sounds like guns...thunder.
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Goin' to the Roadhouse
Gonna have a real
A good time
Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
That's for the people
Like to go down slow
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long
Yeah, my man! Come on!
You gotta roll, roll, roll
Gotta thrill my soul, all right
Roll, roll, roll,
Gotta thrill my soul
You gotta
[Unwriteable improvisation]
Aah, ride
Ashen lady, Ashen lady
Give up your vows, give up your vows
Save our city, save our city
Right now
Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer
Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer
The future's uncertain, the end is always near
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long
...All right! All right! All right!
Hey, listen! Listen! Listen, man! Listen, man!
I don't know how many you people believe in astrology...
Yeah, that's right...that's right, baby, I...I am
a
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
All right! All right!
The World on Fire...Taxi from Africa...The Grand Hotel... He was drunk a big party last night back going back In all directions sleeping these insane hours I'll never wake up in a good mood again I'm sick of these stinky bootsBack To The Top!
How to acquire death in the morning show
TV death which the child absorbs
Deathwell mystery which makes me write
Slow train, the death of my cock gives life
Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry
Taught us god in the child's prayer in the night
Guitar player
Ancient wise satyr
Sing your ode to my cock
Caress it's lament
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
This stable friend and the beast of his zoo
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?
I pressed her thigh and death smiled
Death, old friend
Death and my cock are the world
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
Wisdom Luxury Romance
Sentence upon sentence
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
If you believe it
All join now and lament the death of my cock
A tongue of knowledge in the feathered night
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer
I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence
Hi. How you doin'? I just got back into town. L.A.
I was out on the desert for awhile
Riders on the stormYeah. In the middle of it
Riders on the stormRight...
Into this world we're bornHey, listen, man, I really got a problem
Into this world we're thrownWhen I was out on the desert, ya know
Like a dog without a boneI don't know how to tell you
An actor out on loan
Riders on the stormbut, ah, I killed somebody
There's a killer on the roadNo...
His brain is squirming like a toadIt's no big deal, ya know
Take a long holidayjust, ah...
Let your children playthis guy gave me a ride, and ah...
If you give this man a ridestarted giving me a lot of trouble
Sweet family will dieand I just couldn't take it, ya know
Killer on the roadAnd I wasted him
YeahBack To The Top!
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the TV
Tower, I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that's plowed.
They are waiting to take us into
the severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
comes death on a strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's
claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
until it's other jaw reveals incest
and loose obedience to a vegetable law.
I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant Family.
Bird of prey, Bird of prey
flying high, flying high
Gently pass on by
Bird of prey, Bird of prey
flying high, flying high
Am I going to die
Bird of prey, Bird of prey
flying high, flying high
Take me on your flight
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
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.
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
We have assembled inside this ancient
and insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life
and flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept
And only one of all the rest
To dance and save us
With the divine mockery
of words
Music inflames temperament
O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to
perform our art
and perfect our lives
We need great golden copulations
(When the true King's murderers
are allowed to roam free
a 1000 Magicians arise
in the land)
Where are the feasts
we were promised
In that case you're right.
Thank you, O Lord
For the white blind light
Thank you, O Lord
For the white blind light
A city rises from the sea
I had a splitting headache
from which the future's made.
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