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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?
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 its 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 eggshel 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.
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 anoit teh earth.
I called ou to annnounce
sadness falling like burned skin.
I called you to
wish you well,
To glory in self
like a new monster.
And now I call on
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 an
hour each day from the mountains.
The bus gives you
a hard-on with books in your lap.
Some one 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
TVshowman.
He come 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 cooly drove away.
He's rich. Got a
big car.
My gang will get
you.
Scenes of rape in
the arrolye.
Seductions in cars,
abandoned buildings.
Finghts 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,
Drams watching each
other narrowly,
Soft luxuriant cars.
Girls in garages,
stripped
our 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 been.
Always a playground
instructor, never a killer,
Always a bridesmaid
on the verge of fame or over,
He manuvered to
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 buttocks 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.
Im 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 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 messanger.
Let me tell you
about heartache and the loss of god.
Wandering, wandering
in hopeless night.
Out here in the
prerimiter 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.
All hail the American night!
What was that?
I don't know.
Sounds like guns...thunder.
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
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 its 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 beasts of his zoo,
Wild haired chicks,
Women flowery 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
Sntence upon sentence
Words are 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
for 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 altar 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.
Into
this house we're born
Hey, listen, man, I
really got a problem.
Into this wolrd 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
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 a dry
blood beast
Guerrilla bands
are rolling numbers
in the next block of green vine
amassing for warfare
on innocent
herdsmen who are just dying
O great creator
of being
grant us one more
hour to
perform our art
& perfect our lives
The moths &
atheist are doubly divine
& dying
We live, we die
& death not
ends it
Journey we more
into the
Nightmare
Cling to life
Our passion'd flower
Cling to cunts &
cocks
of despair
We got our final
vision
by clap
Columbus' groin
got
filled w/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
W/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 were 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 pleasure'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
for me & 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
in a school book
Did you know madmen
are
running our prison
w/in a jail, w/in
a gaol
w/in a white free
protestan 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 hae
the power
dog-men & their
mean women
pullin poor blankets
over
our sailors
I'm sick fo dour
faces
Staring 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
plowed
They are waiting
to take us into
the severed garden
Do you know how
pale & 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
& 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 incest
&loose obedience
to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a Feast of
Friends
To the Giant Family
James Douglas Morrison
