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 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.

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 childis

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.

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding

Ghosts crowd the young child'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 fantastic 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 songon her baby grand?

Was it the wilderness children?

Was it the ghost god himself, stuttering, cheering, chattingblindly?

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 rag

and smiling cooly drove away

He's rich. Got a big car.

My gang will get you

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.

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 clotheshalf gallons of wine and

six-packs of beer

Jumped, humped, born to suffer made to undress in thewilderness.

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.

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 divinemessenger

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 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 alright, 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

Oooooh, 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

AMERICAN NIGHT

All hail the American night!

What was that?

I don't know

Sounds like guns...thunder.

...Alright! Alright! Alright!

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

Alright!

The World on Fire...

Taxi from Africa...

The Grand Hotel...

He was drunk a big party last night back going back inall 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

Aquiring soulful wisdom

You can open walls of mystery

Stripshow

How to aquire 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 praye 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

I you believe it

All join now and lament the death of my cock

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

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 awhile

"Riders on the storm"

Yeah. 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 alone"

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, but...

" take a long holiday"

just, ah...

"Let your children play"

this guy gave me a ride, and ah...

"If you give this man a ride"

started giving me a lot of trouble

"Sweet family will die"

and I just couldn't take it, ya know

"Killer on the road"

And I wasted him

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 teh 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

and that fat slow generals are getting obscene on youngblood

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.

The moon is dry blood beast

Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers in the next blockof green vine

amassing for warfare on innocent herdsman who are justdying

O great creator of being

grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfectour 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'dflower

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 and death smiled)

We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre

To propagate our lust for life and flee the swarming wisdomof 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 giveus an hour for magic

We of the purple glove

We of the starling flight and velvet hour

We of arabic pleasures's breed

We of sundome 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 protestantmaelstrom

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 sevants have the power

dog-men and their mean women pulling poor blankets overour sailors

I'm sick of dour faces Starong at me from the T.V.

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 plowedthey are waiting to take us

into the severed garden

Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful comes deathon 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 wherewe had shoulders smooth

as raven's claws

No more money, no more fancy dress

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