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
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
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
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
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
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
" 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
resident mockery give us an hour for magic We of the purple glove We of the starling light and velvet hour We of the arabic pleasure's breed We of the
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
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
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
