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She is benediction
She is addicted to thee She is the root connection She is connecting with he Here I go and I don't know why I fell so ceaselessly Could it be he's taking over me...? I'm dancing barefoot Heading for a spin Some strange music draws me in Makes me come on like some heroine She is sublimation She is the essence of thee She is concentrating on He, who is chosen by she Here I go and I don't know why I spin so ceaselessly Could it be he's taking over me...? I'm dancing barefoot Heading for a spin Some strange music draws me in Makes me come on like some heroine She is re-creation She, intoxicated by thee She has the slow sensation that He is levitating with she ... Here I go and I don't know why I spin so ceaselessly 'Til I lose my sense of gravity... I'm dancing barefoot Heading for a spin Some strange music draws me in Makes me come on like some heroine (Oh god I fell for you...) The plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face The mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself Grave visitations, what is it that calls to us? Why must we pray screaming? Why must not death be redefined? We shut our eyes we stretch out our arms, and whirl on a pane of glass An affixation a fix on anything, the line of life the limb of a tree The hands of he and the promise that he is blessed among women. (Oh god I fell for you...) |
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I haven't fucked much with the past
But I've fucked plenty with the future Over the skin of silk are scars From the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed A stage is like each bolt of wood Like a, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure I would measure the success of a night by the way, by the way I By the amount of piss and seed I could exude Over the columns that nestled the P.A. Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off With a skirt of green net sewed over With flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed The lights were violet and [Incomprehensible] white I had an ornamental veil, I can't bear to use it With the way my hair was cropped, I craved, craved covering But now that my hair itself is a veil And the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy And a sleepy Comanche lies beneath this netting of skin I wake up, I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun I desire him and he is absolutely ready to seize me In, in, in, in, in heart, I am a Moslem, in heart, I am an American In heart, I am Moslem, in heart, I'm an American artist and I have no guilt I seek pleasure, I seek the nerves under your skin The narrow archway, the layers, the scroll of ancient lettuce We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly The mole on the belly of an exquisite whore He spared the child and spoiled the rod I have not sold myself to God |
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{{ Babelogue }}
I haven't fucked much with the past, but I've fucked plenty with the future. Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed. A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure. I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the P.A. Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed. The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it. When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil, and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy Comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin. I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun. I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. In heart I am a Moslem; in heart I am an American; in heart I am Moslem, in heart I'm an American artist, and I have no guilt. I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin. The narrow archway; the layers; the scroll of ancient lettuce. We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore. He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to God. {{ Rock'n Roll Nigger }} Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore. Baby got big and baby get bigger. Baby get something. Baby get more. Baby, baby, baby was a rock-and-roll nigger. Oh, look around you, all around you, riding on a copper wave. Do you like the world around you? Are you ready to behave? Outside of society, they're waitin' for me. Outside of society, that's where I want to be. (Lenny!) Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore. You know she got big. Well, she's gonna get bigger. Baby got a hand; got a finger on the trigger. Baby, baby, baby is a rock-and-roll nigger. Outside of society, that's where I want to be. Outside of society, they're waitin' for me. (those who have suffered, understand suffering, and thereby extend their hand the storm that brings harm also makes fertile blessed is the grass and herb and the true thorn and light) I was lost in a valley of pleasure. I was lost in the infinite sea. I was lost, and measure for measure, love spewed from the heart of me. I was lost, and the cost, and the cost didn't matter to me. I was lost, and the cost was to be outside society. Jimi Hendrix was a nigger. Jesus Christ and Grandma, too. Jackson Pollock was a nigger. Nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger. Outside of society, they're waitin' for me. Outside of society, if you're looking, that's where you'll find me. Outside of society, they're waitin' for me. Outside of society. |
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Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine
meltin' in a pot of thieves wild card up my sleeve thick heart of stone my sins my own they belong to me, me people say beware! but I don't care the words are just rules and regulations to me, me I-I walk in a room, you know I look so proud I'm movin' in this here atmosphere, well, anything's allowed and I go to this here party and I just get bored until I look out the window, see a sweet young thing humpin' on the parking meter, leanin' on the parking meter oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine and I got this crazy feeling and then I'm gonna ah-ah make her mine ooh I'll put my spell on her here she comes walkin' down the street here she comes comin' through my door here she comes crawlin' up my stair here she comes waltzin' through the hall in a pretty red dress and oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine and I got this crazy feeling that I'm gonna ah-ah make her mine and then I hear this knockin' on my door hear this knockin' on my door and I look up into the big tower clock and say, oh my God here's midnight! and my baby is walkin' through the door leanin' on my couch she whispers to me and I take the big plunge and oh, she was so good and oh, she was so fine and I'm gonna tell the world that I just ah-ah made her mine and I said darling, tell me your name, she told me her name she whispered to me, she told me her name and her name is, and her name is, and her name is, and her name is G-L-O-R-I-A G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria I was at the stadium There were twenty thousand girls called their names out to me Marie and Ruth but to tell you the truth I didn't hear them I didn't see I let my eyes rise to the big tower clock and I heard those bells chimin' in my heart going ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong. ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong counting the time, then you came to my room and you whispered to me and we took the big plunge and oh. you were so good, oh, you were so fine and I gotta tell the world that I make her mine make her mine G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria and the tower bells chime, ding dong they chime they're singing, Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine. Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria |
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Pissing in a river, watching it rise
Tattoo fingers shy away from me Voices voices mesmerize Voices voices beckoning sea Come come come come back come back Come back come back come back Spoke of a wheel, tip of a spoon Mouth of a cave, I'm a slave I'm free. When are you coming ? Hope you come soon Fingers, fingers encircling thee Come come come come come come Come come come come come come for me oh My bowels are empty, excreting your soul What more can I give you ? Baby I don't know What more can I give you to make this thing grow? Don't turn your back now, I'm talking to you Should I pursue a path so twisted ? Should I crawl defeated and gifted ? Should I go the length of a river [The royal, the throne, the cry me a river] Everything I've done, I've done for you Oh I give my life for you. Every move I made I move to you, And I came like a magnet for you now. What about it, you're gonna leave me, What about it, you don't need me, What about it, I can't live without you, What about it, I never doubted you What about it ? What about it ? What about it ? What about it ? Should I pursue a path so twisted ? Should I crawl defeated and gifted ? Should I go the length of a river, [The royal, the throne, the cry me a river] What about it, what about it, what about it ? Oh, I'm pissing in a river. |
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Every night before I go to sleep
Find a ticket, win a lottery, Scoop the pearls up from the sea Cash them in and buy you all the things you need. Every night before I rest my head See those dollar bills go swirling 'round my bed. I know they're stolen, but I don't feel bad. I take that money, buy you things you never had. Oh, baby, it would mean so much to me, Oh, baby, to buy you all the things you need for free. I'll buy you a jet plane, baby, Get you on a higher plane to a jet stream And take you through the stratosphere And check out the planets there and then take you down Deep where it's hot, hot in Arabia, babia, then cool, cold fields of snow And we'll roll, dream, roll, dream, roll, roll, dream, dream. When we dream it, when we dream it, when we dream it, We'll dream it, dream it for free, free money, Free money, free money, free money, free money, free money, free money. Every night before I go to sleep Find a ticket, win a lottery. Every night before I rest my head See those dollar bills go swirling 'round my bed. Oh, baby, it would mean so much to me, Baby, I know our troubles will be gone. Oh, I know our troubles will be gone, goin' gone If we dream, dream, dream for free. And when we dream it, when we dream it, when we dream it, Let's dream it, we'll dream it for free, free money, Free money, free money, free money, |
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I was dreaming in my dreaming
of an aspect bright and fair and my sleeping it was broken but my dream it lingered near in the form of shining valleys where the pure air recognized and my senses newly opened I awakened to the cry that the people have the power to redeem the work of fools upon the meek the graces shower it's decreed the people rule The people have the power The people have the power The people have the power The people have the power Vengeful aspects became suspect and bending low as if to hear and the armies ceased advancing because the people had their ear and the shepherds and the soldiers lay beneath the stars exchanging visions and laying arms to waste in the dust in the form of shining valleys where the pure air recognized and my senses newly opened I awakened to the cry Refrain Where there were deserts I saw fountains like cream the waters rise and we strolled there together with none to laugh or criticize and the leopard and the lamb lay together truly bound I was hoping in my hoping to recall what I had found I was dreaming in my dreaming god knows a purer view as I surrender to my sleeping I commit my dream to you Refrain The power to dream to rule to wrestle the world from fools it's decreed the people rule it's decreed the people rule LISTEN I believe everything we dream can come to pass through our union we can turn the world around we can turn the earth's revolution we have the power People have the power ... |
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Take me now baby here as I am
Pull me close try an understand I work all day out in the hot sun Stay with me now till the mornin' comes Come on now try and understand The way I feel when I'm in your hands Take me now as the sun descends They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us What I got I have earned What I'm not I have learned Desire and hunger is the fire I breathe Just stay in my bed till the morning comes Come on now try and understand The way I feel when I'm in your hands Take me now as the sun descends They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now Because the night... Your love is here and now The vicious circle turns and burns without Though I cannot live forgive me now The time has come to take this moment and They can't hurt you now Because the night |
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hi hello wake from thy sleep
God has given your soul to keep all of the power that burns in the flame ignites the light in a single name Frederick name of care fast asleep in a room somewhere guardian angels [line a bed] shed their light on my sleepy head I am a threshold yearning to sing down with the the dancers having one last fling here's to the moment when you said hello come on my spirit are you ready let's go hi hi hey hey maybe I will come back some day now but tonight on the wings of a dove up above to the land of love now I lay me down to sleep pray the Lord my soul to keep kiss to kiss breath to breath my soul surrenders astonished to death night of wonder for us to keep set our sails channel [out] deep after the rapture two hearts meet mine entwined in a single beat Frederick you're the one as we journey from sun to sun all the dreams I waited so long for fly tonight so long so long bye bye hey hey maybe we will come back some day now but tonight on the wings of a dove up above to the land of love Frederick name of care high above in sky that's clear all the things I've been dreamin' of are expressed in this name of love bye bye hey hey maybe we will come back some day now but tonight on the wings of a dove up above . . . This is dedicated to my clarinet teacher Fred Sonic Smith |
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I was down in Georgia nothing was as real
As the street beneath my feet descending into air The cauldron was a bubbling, the flesh was lean And the women moved forward like piranhas in a stream They spread themselves before me an offering so sweet And they beckoned and they beckoned come on darling eat Eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat You eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat They circled around me natives in a ring And I saw their souls a-withering like snakes in chains And they wrapped themselves around me, what a treat And they rattled their tales hissin' come on let's eat Eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat You eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat I felt a rising in my throat the girls a-saying grace And the air, the viscous air pressed against my face And it all got too damn much for me just got too damn rough And I pushed away my plate and said boys I've had enough And I laid upon the table another piece of meat And I opened up my veins to them and said come on eat Eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat You eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat You eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat You eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat 'Cause I was down in Georgia nothing was as real As the street beneath my feet descending into hell So eat eat eat You eat eat eat You eat eat eat Eat eat eat |
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We shall live again, we shall live
What is it children that falls from the sky? Tayi, taya, tayi, aye, aye Man from heaven from the most high Food from the father, tayi, taye, aye We shall live again, we shall live again We shall live again; shake out the ghost dance Peace to your brother; give and take peace Tayi, taya, it leaves two feet One foot extended, snake to the ground Wave up the earth, one turn around We shall live again, we shall live again We shall live again; shake out the ghost dance Stretch out your arms, now tip and swing Rude up thy bird, tayi, tayi Threw out your shoe over the soil Dust off the words that shaped from the tale We shall live again, we shall live again We shall live again; shake out the ghost dance Here we are, father, lord, holy ghost Bread of your bread, ghost of your host We are the tears that fall from your eyes Word of your word, cry of your cry We shall live again, we shall live again We shall live again What is it, father, in your eye? What is this wisdom, eyes of God That makes me feel just what I need? You used to fly me the way to speed What is it, father, holy that night? What is it, father, that moves to the right? What is it, father, that is waiting in heaven? What is it, father, that shapes from your hand? What is it, father, that makes me spin around? What is it, father, that brings me down? What is it, father? You can't tell what I like? What is it, father? I just ride into space What is it, father? I can tell you one night What is it, father? I can tell what I like What is it, father? Are you into shape? What is it, father? Are you calling today? What is it, father? |
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Listen to my story. Got two tales to tell.
One of fallen glory. One of vanity. The world's roof was raging, but we were looking fine; 'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings, in Nineteen-Fifty-Nine. Wisdom was a teapot; Pouring from above. Desolation angels Served it up with Love. Ignitin'[g strife] like every form of light, then moved by bold design, slid in that thing and it grew wings, in Nineteen-Fifty-Nine. **************** It was Blood, shining in the Sun; First: Freedom! Speeding the american claim: Freedom; Freedom; Freedom; Freedom! ****************** China was the tempest; [And] Madness overflowed. [The] Lama was a young man, and [he] watched his world in flames. Taking Glory down by the edge of clouds; It was a cryin'[g] shame. Another lost horizon. Tibet the fallen star. Wisdom and compassion Crushed, in the land of Shangri-La. But in the land of the Impala, honey, well, we were lookin' Fine, 'cause we built that thing and it grew wings; In Nineteen-Fifty-Nine. 'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings; In Nineteen-Fifty-Nine. It was the best of times, it's [was] the worst of times; In 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959. It was the best of times; It was the worst of times. [In] Nineteen-Fifty-Nine. |
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To be Not anyone Gone This maze of being Skin Oh To cry Not any cry So mournful that The dove just laughs The steadfast gasps Oh To owe Not anyone Nothing To be Not here But here Forsaking Equatorial bliss Who walked through The callow mist Dressed in scraps Who walked The curve of the world Whose bone scraped Whose flesh unfurled Who grieves not Anyone gone To greet lame The inspired sky Amazed to stumble Where gods get lost Beneath The southern cross |
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It's been a while since I've seen your face It's been a while since I've walked this place I see the monkeys riding on their bikes Racing through the impossible night You say you're feeling like a new tree Man they'll cut you from limb to limb Pick your pocket with such delight Shake it to the right Shake it in the light Oh can't you see the glitter The glitter in their eyes Oh can't you see the glitter The glitter in their eyes Genius stalking in new shoes Have you got WTO blues Dust of diamonds Making you sneeze Kids on rollers ready for Running through the junkyards Breezing through the halls Racing through the malls Walking through the walls They'll strip your mind Just for fun Quoth the raven Yum yum yum Children children everywhere Selling souls for souvenirs They've been sold out like as not Just for chunks of Ankgor Vat They'll trade you up Trade you down Your body a commodity Our sacred stage Has been defaced Replaced to grace The marketplace Dow is jonesing at the bit 42nd Disney Street Ragged hearts unraveling Look out kids The gleam the gleam All that glitters Is not all that glitters Is not all that glitters |
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Speak to me, speak to me heart
I feel a needing to bridge the clouds, softly go A way I wish to know, to know A way I wish to know, to know Oh, you'll ride, surely dance In a ring backwards and forwards Those who seek feel the glow A glow we all will know will know A glow we all will know will know On that day filled with grace On the way to heart's communion Steps we take, steps we trace All the way the heart's reunion Paths that cross Will cross again Paths that cross Will cross again Speak to me, speak to me shadow I spin from the wheel, nothing at all Save the need, the need to weave A silk of souls, that whisper, whisper A silk of souls, that whispers to me Speak to me heart All things renew Hearts will mend 'Round the bend Paths that cross Cross again Paths that cross Will cross again Paths that cross Cross again Paths that cross Will cross again Rise up, hold the reins Hold me, I don't know when Hold tight, bye bye Paths that cross Will cross again Paths that cross Will cross again Paths that cross Will cross again |
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Dig if you will the picture
Of you and I engaged in a kiss The sweat of your body covers me Come on darling Can you picture this? Dream if you can a courtyard An ocean of violets in bloom Animals strike curious poses They feel the heat The heat between me and you How can you just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold ? Maybe I'm just too demanding Maybe I'm just like my father too bold Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry Touch if you will my belly Feel how it trembles inside You've got the butterflies all tied up Don't make me chase you Even doves have pride How can you just leave me standing? Alone in a world so cold? Maybe I'm just too demanding Maybe I'm just like my father too bold Maybe I'm just like my mother She's never satisfied Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry Dream if you can a courtyard An ocean of violets in bloom Animals strike curious poses They feel the heat The heat between me and you How can you just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold? (a world that's so cold) Maybe I'm just too demanding (maybe, maybe I'm like my father) Maybe I'm just like my father too bold (ya know he's 2 bold) Maybe I'm just like my mother (maybe you're just like my mother) She's never satisfied (she's never, never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other (why do we scream at each other) This is what it sounds like When doves cry When doves cry (doves cry, doves cry, doves cry Don't cry Darling don't cry Don't cry Don't cry Don't don't cry |
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Sixteen and time to pay off
I got this job in a piss factory inspecting pipe Forty hours thirty-six dollars a week But it's a paycheck, Jack. It's so hot in here, hot like Sahara You could faint in the heat But these bitches are just too lame to understand Too goddamned grateful to get this job To know they're getting screwed up the ass All these women they got no teeth or gum or cranium And the way they suck hot sausage But me well I wasn't sayin' too much neither I was moral school girl hard-working asshole I figured I was speedo motorcycle I had to earn my dough, had to earn my dough But no you gotta, you gotta [relate, babe,] You gotta find the rhythm within Floor boss slides up to me and he says "Hey sister, you just movin' too fast, You screwin' up the quota, You doin' your piece work too fast, Now you get off your mustang sally You ain't goin' nowhere, you ain't goin' nowhere." I lay back. I get my nerve up. I take a swig of Romilar And walk up to hot shit Dot Hook and I say "Hey, hey sister it don't matter Whether I do labor fast or slow, There's always more labor after." She's real Catholic, see. She fingers her cross and she says "There's one reason. There's one reason. You do it my way or I push your face in. We knee you in the john If you don't get off your get off your mustang Sally, If you don't shake it up baby. " Shake it up, baby. Twist & shout" Oh that I could will a radio here. James Brown singing "I Lost Someone" or the Jesters and the Paragons And Georgie Woods The guy with the goods and Guided Missiles ... But no, I got nothin', no diversion, no window, Nothing here but a porthole in the plaster, in the plaster, Where I look down, Look at sweet Theresa's convent All those nurses, all those nuns scattin' 'round With their bloom hoods like cats in mourning. Oh to me they, you know, To me they look pretty damn free down there Down there not having crystal smooth Not having to smooth those hands against hot steel Not having to worry about the inspeed The dogma the inspeed of labor They look pretty damn free down there, And the way they smell, the way they smell And here I gotta be up here smellin' Dot Hook's midwife sweat I would rather smell the way boys smell-- Oh those schoolboys the way their legs Flap under the desks in study hall That odor rising roses and ammonia And way their dicks droop like lilacs Or the way they smell that forbidden acrid smell But no I got, I got pink clammy lady in my nostril Her against the wheel me against the wheel Oh slow motion inspection is drivin' me insane In steel next to Dot Hook -- oh we may look the same-- Shoulder to shoulder sweatin' 110 degrees But I will never faint, I will never faint They laugh and they expect me to faint But I will never faint I refuse to lose, I refuse to fall down Because you see it's the monotony that's got to me Every afternoon like the last one Every afternoon like a rerun next to Dot Hook And yeah we look the same Both pumpin' steel, both sweatin' But you know she got nothin' to hide And I got something to hide here called desire I got something to hide here called desire And I will get out of here-- You know the fiery potion is just about to come In my nose is the taste of sugar And I got nothin' to hide here save desire And I'm gonna go, I'm gonna get out of here I'm gonna get out of here, I'm gonna get on that train, I'm gonna go on that train and go to New York City I'm gonna be somebody, I'm gonna get on that train, go to New York City, I'm gonna be so bad I'm gonna be a big star And I will never return, Never return, no, never return, To burn out in this piss factory And I will travel light. Oh, watch me now. |
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Late afternoon, dreaming hotel
We just had the quarrel that sent you away. I was looking for you, are you gone gone Called you on the phone, another dimension. Well, you never returned, oh you know what I mean. I went looking for you, are you gone, gone ? Down by the ocean it was so dismal, Women all standing with a shock on their faces. Sad description, oh I was looking for you. Everyone was singing, girl is washed up On Redondo Beach and everyone is so sad. I was looking for you, are you gone gone ? Pretty little girl, everyone cried. She was the victim of sweet suicide. I went looking for you, are you gone gone ? Down by the ocean it was so dismal, Women all standing with shock on their faces. Sad description, oh I was looking for you. Desk clerk told me girl was washed up, Was small, an angel with apple blonde hair, now. I went looking for you, are you gone gone ? Picked up my key, didn't reply. Went to my room, started to cry. You were small, an angel, are U gone gone Down by the ocean it was so dismal. I was just standing with shock on my face. The hearse pulled away, and the girl that had died, it was you. You'll never return into my arms 'cause you were gone gone. Never return into my arms 'cause you were gone gone. Gone gone, gone gone, good-bye. |
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When, when will you be landing?
When, when will you return? Feel, feel my heart expanding You and your alien arms All my earthly dreams are shattered, I'm so tired I quit Take me forever, it doesn't matter Deep inside of your ship. La, la la la la la landing. Please, oh oh won't you return? Feel, see your blue lights are flashing, You and your alien arms Deep in the forest I whirl like I did as a little girl Let my eyes rise in the sky looking for you Oh you know, I would go anywhere at all 'Cause no star is too far with you, with you La, la la la la la landing. Please, oh oh won't you return? Feel, feel my heart expanding, You and your alien arms All my earthly dreams are shattered, I'm so tired I quit Take me forever, it doesn't matter Deep inside of your ship Land, land Oh I am waiting for you, Oh I am waiting for you, oh I am waiting for you, Waiting for you to take me up by my starry spine Ohhhh ohhhh with your distant fingers Oh I'm waiting for you, waiting for you, Oh I am waiting for you |
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We explore the men's room.
We don't give a shit. Ladies' lost electricity; Take vows inside of it. Desire to dance; Too startled to try. Wrap my legs 'round you, Starting to fly. Let's explore Up there, up there, up there, On the twenty-fifth floor. Circle all around me, Coming for the kill, kill, kill Oh kill me baby Like a kamikaze Heading for a spill. Oh but it's all spilt milk to me. Desire to dance; Too startled to try. Wrap my legs 'round you, Starting to fly. Let's soar Up there, up there, up there, On the twenty-fifth floor. We do not eat Flower of creation. We do not eat, Eat anything at all. Love is, love was, love is a manifestation. I'm waiting for a contact to call. Love's war. Love's cruel. Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight. I'm waiting here to refuel. I'm gonna make contact tonight. Love in my heart. The night to exploit. Twenty-five stories over Detroit, And there's more Up there, up there, up there. Stoned in space. zeus. christ. it has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be. within the context of neo rock we must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order. pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man to reform and transform waste. The transformation of waste The transformation of waste The transformation of waste The transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man. man being the chosen alloy, he must be reconnected—via shit, at all cost. inherent with(in) us is the dream of the task of the alchemist to create from the clay of man. and to re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft and then solid gold. All must not be art. some art we must disintegrate. Positive (anarchy must exist.) In background: (i feel it swirling around me I feel it feeling no pain I'm waiting above for you baby I know that I'll see you up there I'm floating in a door backward On boundaries over this world I'm waiting above in the sky, dear Upon a [ ] ...) |
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By patti smith
Come back little sheba I hear them calling Open your ears Awake from thy sleep High above The stars are falling Open your arms And you shall receive The lights of the city So bold and flashing All of it's riches Imparted to thee Robes of saffron Robes of standing A road of crimson Spread at your feet Your robes of standing Your robes of saffron Your road of crimson All pleasing to me But close your lights Close your gates I must arise My flock awaits Farewell little sheba I hear them a'calling Here is your staff Tend to thy sheep Good wishes be with you If that be your calling Farewell little sheba Arise and take leave |
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This dead city
Longs to be This dead city Longs to be free Seven screamin' horses Melt down in the sun Buildin' scenes on empty dreams And smokin' them one by one Hee haa The dead city Longs to be, yea, yea This dead city, yea Longs to be livin', ohh Is it any wonder There's squalor in the sun? With their broken schemes and their lotteries They never get nowhere Haa haa Is it any wonder They're spittin' at the sun? God's parasites in abandoned sites And they never have much fun Yeah Haa You don't need me? You don't need me? Yea I You don't need me? Well Mika I'll take you [incomprehensible] You know, you just try If I was a blind man Would you see for me? Or would you confuse the nature of my blues And refuse a hand to me Or is it any wonder Cryin' in the sun? Is it any wonder I'm cryin' in the sun? Well I built my dreams on your empty scenes Now I'm burnin' them one by one Haa hmm Oh this a damn city Oh this a dead city Immortal city Motor city Success city Longs to be Longs to be Longs to be Free Free Free |
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Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand and asshole holy! Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an angel! The bum's as holy as the seraphim! the madman is holy as you my soul are holy! The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstasy is holy! Holy Peter holy Allen holy Solomon holy Lucien holy Kerouac holy Huncke holy Burroughs holy Cassady holy the unknown buggered and suffering beggars holy the hideous human angels! Holy my mother in the insane asylum! Holy the cocks of the grandfathers of Kansas! Holy the groaning saxophone! Holy the bop apocalypse! Holy the jazzbands marijuana hipsters peace & junk & drums! Holy the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements! Holy the cafeterias filled with the millions! Holy the mysterious rivers of tears under the streets! Holy the lone juggernaut! Holy the vast lamb of the middle class! Holy the crazy shepherds of rebellion Who digs Los Angeles IS Los Angeles! Holy New York Holy San Francisco Holy Peoria & Seattle Holy Paris Holy Tangiers Holy Moscow Holy Istanbul! Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy the fifth International holy the Angel in Moloch! Holy the sea holy the desert holy the railroad holy the locomotive holy the visions holy the hallucinations holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the abyss! Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours! bodies! suffering! magnanimity! Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul! (Berkeley, 1955) |
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I was a wing in Heaven blue Soared over the ocean, soared over Spain And I was free needed nobody It was beautiful, it was beautiful I was a pawn didn't have a move Didn't have nowhere that I could go But I was free I needed nobody It was beautiful, it was beautiful And if there's one thing Could do for you You'd be a wing in Heaven blue I was a vision in another eye And they saw nothing, no future at all Yet I was free I needed nobody It was beautiful, it was beautiful And if there's one thing Could do for you You'd be a wing in Heaven blue And if there's one thing Could do for you You'd be a wing in Heaven blue And if there's one thing Could do for you You'd be a wing in Heaven blue |
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Oh the story's told been told retold From the sacred scriptures to the tabloids All the fuss and fight none above a whisper The soul of gold the belly of a boy Well they drew him from the forest Like they draw blood Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian And he turned his head and let the arrows fly Through the trees, the trees The ornamental leaves Boy cried wolf Wolf don't come Wolf within Boy cried wolf In the ancient mold they're dancing down Calling to the moon but it don't answer And they fell on their knees and passed the bowl around And the blood the blood the sacramental blood Boy cried wolf Wolf don't come Wolf within Boy cried wolf I am the body I am the stream I am the wake of everything They bring me flowers that are myself Garlands of blood that are myself Slain the lamb that is himself Torn reborn the cries of our dismay Are nothing to the wind but whose to mind Kings are lifted up and kings are thrown Lost received retrieved The human tide Innocence had its day Innocence had its day Innocence innocence |
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His father died and left him a little farm in New
England. All the long black funeral cars left the scene And the boy was just standing there alone Looking at the shiny red tractor Him and his daddy used to sit inside And circle the blue fields and grease the night. It was if someone had spread butter on all the fine points of the stars 'Cause when he looked up they started to slip. Then he put his head in the crux of his arm And he started to drift, drift to the belly of a ship, Let the ship slide open, and he went inside of it And saw his daddy 'hind the control board streamin' beads of light, He saw his daddy 'hind the control board, And he was very different tonight 'Cause he was not human, he was not human. And then the little boy's face lit up with such naked joy That the sun burned around his lids and his eyes were like two suns, White lids, white opals, seeing everything just a little bit too clearly And he looked around and there was no black ship in sight, No black funeral cars, nothing except for him the raven And fell on his knees and looked up and cried out, "No, daddy, don't leave me here alone, Take me up, daddy, to the belly of your ship, Let the ship slide open and I'll go inside of it Where you're not human, you are not human." But nobody heard the boy's cry of alarm. Nobody there 'cept for the birds around the New England farm And they gathered in all directions, like roses they scattered And they were like compass grass coming together into the head of a shaman bouquet Slit in his nose and all the others went shooting And he saw the lights of traffic beckoning like the hands of Blake Grabbing at his cheeks, taking out his neck, All his limbs, everything was twisted and he said, "I won't give up, won't give up, don't let me give up, I won't give up, come here, let me go up fast, Take me up quick, take me up, up to the belly of a ship And the ship slides open and I go inside of it where I am not human." I am helium raven and this movie is mine, So he cried out as he stretched the sky, Pushing it all out like latex cartoon, am I all alone in this generation ? We'll just be dreaming of animation night and day And won't let up, won't let up and I see them coming in, Oh, I couldn't hear them before, but I hear 'em now, It's a radar scope in all silver and all platinum lights Moving in like black ships, they were moving in, streams of them, And he put up his hands and he said, "It's me, it's me, I'll give you my eyes, take me up, oh now please take me up, I'm helium raven waitin' for you, please take me up, Don't let me here," the son, the sign, the cross, Like the shape of a tortured woman, the true shape of a tortured woman, The mother standing in the doorway letting her sons No longer presidents but prophets They're all dreaming they're gonna bear the prophet, He's gonna run through the fields dreaming in animation It's all gonna split his skull It's gonna come out like a black bouquet shining Like a fist that's gonna shoot them up Like light, like Mohammed Boxer Take them up up up up up up Oh, let's go up, up, take me up, I'll go up, I'm going up, I'm going up Take me up, I'm going up, I'll go up there Go up go up go up go up up up up up up up Up, up to the belly of a ship. Let the ship slide open and we'll go inside of it Where we are not human, we're not human. Well, there was sand, there were tiles, The sun had melted the sand and it coagulated Like a river of glass When it hardened he looked at the surface He saw his face And where there were eyes were just two white opals, two white opals, Where there were eyes there were just two white opals And he looked up and the rays shot And he saw raven comin' in And he crawled on his back and he went up Up up up up up up Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way, Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way, Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, We like birdland |
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Listen my children and you shall hear
The sound of your own steps The sound of your hereafter Memory awaits and turns to greet you Draping its banner across your wrists Wake up arms Delicate feet For as one to march the streets Each alone, each part of another Your steps shall ring Shall raise the cloud And they that will hear will hear Will hear voice of the one And the one and the one As it has never been uttered before For something greater yet to come Then the hour of the prophets And their great cities For the people of Ninevah Fell to their knees Heeding the cry of Jonah United Covering themselves in sackcloth and ashes And called to their god And all their hearts were as one heart. And all their voices were as one voice. God heard them and his mind was moved. Yet something greater will come to pass. And who will call? And what will they call? Will they call to God? The air? The fowl? It will not matter, if the call is true. They shall call and this is known. One voice and each another Shall enter the dead, the living flower, Enter forms that we know not. To be felt by sea, By air, By earth And shall be an elemental pledge. This is our birthright. This is our charge. And we have given over to others. And they have not done well And the forests mourn. The leaves fall. Swaddling babes watch and wonder As the fathers of our spirit nations Dance in the street in celebration As the mountains turn pale from Their nuclear hand And they have not done well Now my children You must overturn the tables Deliver the future from material rule For only one rule should be considered The eleventh commandment To love one another And this is our covenant across your wrist This offering is yours To adorn, adore To bury To burn Upon a mound To hail To set away It is merely a cloth, Merely our colors, Invested with the blood of the people All their hopes and dreams. Our flag It has its excellence Yet it is nothing It shall not be a tyranny above us Nor should god Nor love Nor nature Yet we hold as our pleasure this tender honor That we acknowledge the individual And the common ground formed And if our cloth be raised and lowered Half mast What does it tell us? That an individual has passed Is saluted And mourned by his countrymen. This ritual extends to us all. For we are all the individual. No unknown. No insignificant one Nor insignificant labor Nor insignificant act of charity Each has a story to be told and retold Which shall be a glowing thread In the fabric of Man And the children shall march And bring the colors forward Investing within them The redeeming blood Of their revolutionary hearts. |
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