Angels and sailors rich girls backyard fences tents Dreams watching each other narrowly soft luxuriant cars Girls in garages, stripped out to get liquor
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
for something That's already found us We can invent Kingdoms of our own Grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust & love we must, in beds of rust Steel doors
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
Awake Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one Choose the day, choose the sign of your day The day?s divinity First thing you see A
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
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
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
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
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
