"AN AMERICAN PRAYER"
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
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.
DAWN'S HIGHWAY
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 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.
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 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.
NEWBORN AWAKENING
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
TO COME OF AGE
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.
BLACK POLISHED CHROME (Latino Chrome.)
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
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 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 here
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.
STONED IMMACULATE
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 hopless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned
Immaculate.
THE MOVIE
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, INVOCATION
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 tipped 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.
(Roadhouse Blues)
...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,
L..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
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
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 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
I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence
THE HITCHHIKER
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 in 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 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, 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
AN AMERICAN PRAYER/ HOUR FOR MAGIC/ FREEDOM
EXISTS/ A FEAST OF FRIENDS
Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist? filled with green death
(I touched her thigh & death smiled)
We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life & flee the
swarming wisdom of the streets The barns are stormed The
windows kept & only one of all the rest To dance &
save us
With the divine mockery of words Music inflames
temperament (When the true King's murderers are allowed
to roam free and 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 & velvet hour We of arabic
pleasures's breed We of sundome & 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
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