An American Prayer
Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin.
Wake up!
You can't remember where it was
Had this dream stopped?
Awake
Shake dreams from your hair, my pretty c***d, my sweet one
Choose the day, choose the sign of your day, the day's divinity,
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach and cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad c***dren,
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of ******y.
The music and voices with 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.
Indian s**ttered on dawn's highway bleeding.
Ghosts crowd the young c***d's fragile eggshell mind.
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 s**ttered
All over the highway, bleeding to death.
So the car pulls up and stops.
That was the first timeI tasted fear.
I musta' been about four
Like a c***d 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 them
Were just running around, freaking out
And just leaped into my soul.
And they're still...
Indians s**ttered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young c***d's fragile eggshell mind.
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 if 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 c***dren?
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
A military station in the desert.
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.
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 white rag
And smiling coolly drove away
He's rich, got a big car
My gang will get you
Scenes of **** 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.
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 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 maneuvered 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 rise
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.
I'll tell you this...
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 hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned
Immaculate.
The movie will begin in five moments
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
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 scream
Ooh, impossible concentration.
Curses, invocations
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
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
All hail the American night!
What was that?
I don't know
Sounds like guns... thunder.
Ladies and Gentlemen, from Los Angeles, California, The Doors!
A-keep your eyes on the road, your hand upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road, your hand upon the wheel
Yeah, we're goin' to the roadhouse
We're gonna have a real
A-good time
Yeah, the back of the roadhouse they got some bungalows
Yeah, the back of the roadhouse they got some bungalows
And that's for the people
Who 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
Do it, Robby, do it
All right
Hey, yeah
You gotta roll, roll, roll
You gotta thrill my soul, all right
Roll, roll, roll, roll
A-thrill my soul
Da ga da beep a con ja choo chon
Honk honk honk
A don ta ee cha koo na nee cha
Bop a loo la ree chow
Bomp a kee cho ee sonk konk
Yeah, ride
Ashen lady, ashen lady
Give up your vows, give up your vows
Save our city, save our city
Right now
And I woke up this morning, I got a-myself a beer
And I woke up this morning, and I got a-myself a beer
The future's uncertain and the end is always near
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, hey
All night long
Yikes!
Alright, alright, alright. Hey listen, listen Man
Listen Man. I don't know how many of you people believe
in Astrology. Yea, 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'll tell you this, Man. I'll tell you this. I don't know what's going
to happen, Man. But I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames, alright. Alright!
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 boots
Lament for my cock
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Acquiring soulful wisdom
You can open walls of mystery
Stripshow
How to acquire death in the morning show
TV death which the c***d absorbs
Death-well 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 c***d'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 b**st 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
I 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
Thoughts in time and out of season
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 a while.
"Riders on the storm"
Yeah.
Oh.
In the middle of it.
"Riders on the storm"
Right...
"Into this world we're born"
Hey, listen, man, I really got a problem
"Into this world we're thrown"
When I was out on the desert,
Ya know
"Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan"
I don't know how to tell you
"Riders on the storm"
But, ah,
I killed somebody
"There's a killer on the road"
No...
"His brain is squirming like a toad"
It's no big deal, ya know
I don't think anybody will find out about it,
"Take a long holiday"
But just, ah...
"Let your c***dren play"
Ya know,
This guy gave me a ride,
And I
"If you give this man a ride"
Started giving me a lot of trouble and I just
"Sweet family will die"
Couldn't take it, ya know
"Killer on the road"
Wasted.
"Yeah"
Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom?
Have you been borne yet & are you alive?
Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war
We need great golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea
Do you know we are being led to slaughters
By placid admirals & that fat slow generals are getting
Obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is dry blood b**st
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
In the next block of green vine
Amassing for warfare on innocent
Herdsman who are just dying
O great creator of being
Grant us one more hour to perform our art
And perfect our lives
The moths and atheists are doubly divine and dying
We live, we die and death not ends it
Journey we more into the nightmare
Cling to life our passion'd flower
Cling to cunts and cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clap
Columbus groin got filled with green death
I touched her thigh, death smiled
We have assembled inside this ancient
And insane theater
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
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, the new wine
Dying on the vine
Resident mockery give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight and velvet hour
We of Arabic pleasure's breed
We of sun dome and the night
Give us a creed to believe a night of lust
Give us trust in the night
Give of color hundred hues
A rich mandala for me and for you
And for your silky pillowed house
A head, wisdom and 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 and unsporting brow
Forget and allow
Did you know freedom exists in school books
Did you know madmen are running our prisons
Within a jail, within a gaol
Within a white free protestant maelstrom
We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death on the end of a candle
We're trying for something that's already found us
Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain south
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over our sailors
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 stranger 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 its other jaw reveals i****t
And loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family
Then we hear a whistle like a bison's pipe
And the carnival immediately begins
Gradually mixing
Rain
Thunder
Bullfight
Football
Playground
War
Penny-arcade
Babylon fading...
Bird of Prey, bird of Prey
Flying high, flying high
In the summer sky
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
Awake
Shake dreams from your hair, my pretty c***d, my sweet one
Choose the day, choose the sign of your day, the day's divinity,
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach and cool jewelled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad c***dren,
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of ******y.
The music and voices with 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.
Indian s**ttered on dawn's highway bleeding.
Ghosts crowd the young c***d's fragile eggshell mind.
We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life and flee the swollen wisdom of the streets.
The barns are stormed, the windows kept
And only one of all the rest
Can dance and save us from the divine mockery of words.
Music inflames temperament.
Oh, 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 thousand magicians arise in the land.
Where are the feasts we were promised?
One more thing. 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 futures made.
Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin.
Wake up!
You can't remember where it was
Had this dream stopped?
Awake
Shake dreams from your hair, my pretty c***d, my sweet one
Choose the day, choose the sign of your day, the day's divinity,
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach and cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad c***dren,
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of ******y.
The music and voices with 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.
Indian s**ttered on dawn's highway bleeding.
Ghosts crowd the young c***d's fragile eggshell mind.
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 s**ttered
All over the highway, bleeding to death.
So the car pulls up and stops.
That was the first timeI tasted fear.
I musta' been about four
Like a c***d 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 them
Were just running around, freaking out
And just leaped into my soul.
And they're still...
Indians s**ttered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young c***d's fragile eggshell mind.
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 if 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 c***dren?
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
A military station in the desert.
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.
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 white rag
And smiling coolly drove away
He's rich, got a big car
My gang will get you
Scenes of **** 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.
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 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 maneuvered 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 rise
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.
I'll tell you this...
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 hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned
Immaculate.
The movie will begin in five moments
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
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 scream
Ooh, impossible concentration.
Curses, invocations
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
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
All hail the American night!
What was that?
I don't know
Sounds like guns... thunder.
Ladies and Gentlemen, from Los Angeles, California, The Doors!
A-keep your eyes on the road, your hand upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road, your hand upon the wheel
Yeah, we're goin' to the roadhouse
We're gonna have a real
A-good time
Yeah, the back of the roadhouse they got some bungalows
Yeah, the back of the roadhouse they got some bungalows
And that's for the people
Who 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
Do it, Robby, do it
All right
Hey, yeah
You gotta roll, roll, roll
You gotta thrill my soul, all right
Roll, roll, roll, roll
A-thrill my soul
Da ga da beep a con ja choo chon
Honk honk honk
A don ta ee cha koo na nee cha
Bop a loo la ree chow
Bomp a kee cho ee sonk konk
Yeah, ride
Ashen lady, ashen lady
Give up your vows, give up your vows
Save our city, save our city
Right now
And I woke up this morning, I got a-myself a beer
And I woke up this morning, and I got a-myself a beer
The future's uncertain and the end is always near
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, hey
All night long
Yikes!
Alright, alright, alright. Hey listen, listen Man
Listen Man. I don't know how many of you people believe
in Astrology. Yea, 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'll tell you this, Man. I'll tell you this. I don't know what's going
to happen, Man. But I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames, alright. Alright!
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 boots
Lament for my cock
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Acquiring soulful wisdom
You can open walls of mystery
Stripshow
How to acquire death in the morning show
TV death which the c***d absorbs
Death-well 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 c***d'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 b**st 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
I 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
Thoughts in time and out of season
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 a while.
"Riders on the storm"
Yeah.
Oh.
In the middle of it.
"Riders on the storm"
Right...
"Into this world we're born"
Hey, listen, man, I really got a problem
"Into this world we're thrown"
When I was out on the desert,
Ya know
"Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan"
I don't know how to tell you
"Riders on the storm"
But, ah,
I killed somebody
"There's a killer on the road"
No...
"His brain is squirming like a toad"
It's no big deal, ya know
I don't think anybody will find out about it,
"Take a long holiday"
But just, ah...
"Let your c***dren play"
Ya know,
This guy gave me a ride,
And I
"If you give this man a ride"
Started giving me a lot of trouble and I just
"Sweet family will die"
Couldn't take it, ya know
"Killer on the road"
Wasted.
"Yeah"
Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom?
Have you been borne yet & are you alive?
Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war
We need great golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea
Do you know we are being led to slaughters
By placid admirals & that fat slow generals are getting
Obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is dry blood b**st
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
In the next block of green vine
Amassing for warfare on innocent
Herdsman who are just dying
O great creator of being
Grant us one more hour to perform our art
And perfect our lives
The moths and atheists are doubly divine and dying
We live, we die and death not ends it
Journey we more into the nightmare
Cling to life our passion'd flower
Cling to cunts and cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clap
Columbus groin got filled with green death
I touched her thigh, death smiled
We have assembled inside this ancient
And insane theater
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
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, the new wine
Dying on the vine
Resident mockery give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight and velvet hour
We of Arabic pleasure's breed
We of sun dome and the night
Give us a creed to believe a night of lust
Give us trust in the night
Give of color hundred hues
A rich mandala for me and for you
And for your silky pillowed house
A head, wisdom and 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 and unsporting brow
Forget and allow
Did you know freedom exists in school books
Did you know madmen are running our prisons
Within a jail, within a gaol
Within a white free protestant maelstrom
We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death on the end of a candle
We're trying for something that's already found us
Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain south
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over our sailors
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 stranger 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 its other jaw reveals i****t
And loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family
Then we hear a whistle like a bison's pipe
And the carnival immediately begins
Gradually mixing
Rain
Thunder
Bullfight
Football
Playground
War
Penny-arcade
Babylon fading...
Bird of Prey, bird of Prey
Flying high, flying high
In the summer sky
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
Awake
Shake dreams from your hair, my pretty c***d, my sweet one
Choose the day, choose the sign of your day, the day's divinity,
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach and cool jewelled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad c***dren,
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of ******y.
The music and voices with 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.
Indian s**ttered on dawn's highway bleeding.
Ghosts crowd the young c***d's fragile eggshell mind.
We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life and flee the swollen wisdom of the streets.
The barns are stormed, the windows kept
And only one of all the rest
Can dance and save us from the divine mockery of words.
Music inflames temperament.
Oh, 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 thousand magicians arise in the land.
Where are the feasts we were promised?
One more thing. 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 futures made.
8年前
