An American Prayer

TO COME OF AGEA military station in the desert.Can we resolve the pastLurking jaws, joints of time?The BaseTo come of age in a dry placeHoles and caves.My friend drove and hour each day from the mountainsThe bus gives you a hard-on with books in your lapSomeone shot the bird in the afternoon dance showThey gave out free records to the best coupleSpades dance best, from the hip.THE WORLD ON FIREThe World on Fire...Taxi from Africa...The Grand Hotel...He was drunk a big party last night back going backin all directions sleeping these insane hours I`ll never wake upin a good mood again I`m sick of these stinky bootsTHE MOVIEThe movie will begin in five momentsThe mindless voice announcedAll those unseated will await the next show. We filed slowly, languidly into the hallThe auditorium was vast and silentAs we seated and were darkened, the voice continued.The program for this evening is not newYou`ve seen this entertainment through and throughYou`ve seen your birth your life and deathyou might recall all of the restDid 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, pagodasHer cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand. It`s alright, all your friends are hereWhen can I meet them? After you`ve eatenI`m not hungry Uh, we meant beatenSilver stream, silvery screamOooooh, impossible concentration.THE HITCHHIKERThoughts in time and out of seasonThe HitchhikerStood by the side of the roadAnd leveled his thumbIn the calm calculus of reasonHi. How you doin`? I just got back into town L.A.I was out on the desert for awhileRiders on the storm Yeah. In the middle of itRiders on the storm Right...Into this world we`re born Hey, listen, man, I really got a problemInto this world we`re thrown When I was out on the desert, ya knowLike a dog without a boneAn actor out on loan I don`t know how to tell youRiders on the storm but, ah, I killed somebodyThere`s a killer on the road No...His brain is squirming like a toad It`s no big deal, ya knowI 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 troubleSweet family will die and I just couldn`t take it, ya knowKiller on the road And I wasted himYeah.THE GHOST SONGAwakeShake dreams from your hairMy pretty child, my sweet one.Choose the day and choose the sign of your dayThe day`s divinityFirst thing you see.A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moonCouples naked race down by it`s quiet sideAnd we laugh like soft, mad childrenSmug in the wooly cotton brains of infancyThe music and voices are all around us.Choose they croon the Ancient OnesThe time has come againChoose now, they croonBeneath the moonBeside an ancient lakeEnter 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 eggshell mind.We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatreTo propagate our lust for life and flee the swarming wisdom of the streetsThe barns are stormedThe windows keptAnd only one of all the restTo dance and save usWith the divine mockery of wordsMusic inflames temperamentO great creator of beinggrant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our livesWe need great golden copulations(When the true King`s murderers are allowed to roam free a 1000 Magicians arise in the land)Where are the feastswe were promised-----------------THANK YOU, O LORD-----------------One more thing... In that case you`re right.Thank you, O LordFor the white blind lightThank you, O LordFor the white blind lightA city rises from the seaI had a splitting headachefrom which the future`s made.STONED IMMACULATEI`ll tell you this...No eternal reward will forgive us nowFor wasting the dawn. Back in those days everything was simpler and more confusedOne summer night, going to the pierI ran into two young girlsThe blonde one was called FreedomThe dark one, EnterpriseWe talked and they told me this storyNow listen to this...I`ll tell you about Texas radio and the big beatSoft driven, slow and madLike some new languageReaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messengerLet me tell you about heartache and the loss of godWandering, wandering in hopless nightOut here in the perimeter there are no starsOut here we is stonedImmaculateNEWBORN AWAKENINGIndians scattered on dawn`s highway bleedingGhosts crowd the young child`s fragile eggshell mind.Blood in the streets in the town of New HavenBlood stains the roofs and the palm trees of VeniceBlood in my love in the terrible summerBloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingersBlood will be born in the birth if a nationBlood is the rose of mysterious unionBlood on the rise, it`s following me.Indian, Indian what did you die for?Indian says, nothing at all.Gently they stir, gently riseThe dead are newborn awakeningWith ravaged limbs and wet soulsGently they sigh in rapt funeral amazementWho 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 earthI called you to announce sadness falling like burned skinI called you to wish you wellTo glory in self like a new monsterAnd now I call you to pray.LATINO CHROMEMy gang will get youScenes of rape in the arroyoSeduction in cars, abandoned buildingsFights at the food standThe dustthe shoesOpen shirts and raised collarsBright sculptured hair.Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass? C`mon...I show you good time.This place has everything. C`mon...I show youLAMENTLament for my cockSore and crucifiedI seek to know youAquiring soulful wisdomYou can open walls of mysteryStripshowHow to aquire death in the morning showTV death which the child absorbsDeathwell mystery which makes me writeSlow train, the death of my cock gives lifeForgive the poor old people who gave us entryTaught us god in the child`s praye in the nightGuitar playerAncient wise satyrSing your ode to my cockCaress it`s lamentStiffen and guide us, we frozenLost cellsThe knowledge of cancerTo speak to the heartAnd give the great giftWords Power Trancethis stable friend and the beast of his zooWild haired chicksWomen flowering in their summitMonsters of skinEach color connectsto create the boatwhich rocks the raceCould any hell be more horriblethan nowand real?I pressed her thigh and death smileddeath, old frienddeath and my cock are the worldI can forgive my injuries in the name ofWisdom Luxury RomanceSentence upon sentenceWords are the healing lamentFor the death of my cock`s spiritHas no meaning in the soft fireWords got me the wound and will get me wellI you believe itAll join now and lament the death of my cockA tounge of knowledge in the feathered nightBoys get crazy in the head and sufferI sacrifice my cock on the alter of silenceHOUR FOR MAGICResident mockerygive us an hour for magicWe of the purple gloveWe of the starling flightand velvet hourWe of arabic pleasure`s breedWe of sundome and the nightGive us a creedTo believeA Night of lustGive us trust inThe NightGive of colorHundred huesa rich mandalaFor me and youAnd for your silkypillowed houseA head, wisdomAnd a bedTroubled decreeResident mockeryhas claimed theeWe used to believeIn the good old daysWe still receive inlittle waysThe Things of KindnessAn unsporting browForget and allowGHOST SONGAwakeShake dreams from your hairMy pretty child, my sweet one.Choose the day and choose the sign of your dayThe day`s divinityFirst thing you see.A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moonCouples naked race down by it`s quiet sideAnd we laugh like soft, mad childrenSmug in the wooly cotton brains of infancyThe music and voices are all around us.Choose they croon the Ancient OnesThe time has come againChoose now, they croonBeneath the moonBeside an ancient lakeEnter again the sweet forestEnter the hot dreamCome with usEverything is broken up and dances.Indians scattered on dawn`s highway bleedingGhosts crowd the young child`s fragile eggshell mind.FREEDOM EXISTSDid you know freedom existsin a school bookDid you know madmen areroaming our prisonwithin a jail, within a gaolwithin a white free protestantmaelstromWe`re perched headlongon the edge of boredomWe`re trying for somethingThat`s already found usDAWN�S HIGHWAYMe and my -ah- mother and father - and agrandmother and a grandfather - were driving throughthe desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indianworkers had either hit another car, or just - I don`tknow what happened - but there were Indians scatteredall over the highway, bleeding to death.So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first timeI tasted fear. I musta` been about four - like a child islike a flower, his head is just floating in thebreeze, man.The reaction I get now thinking about it, lookingback - is that the souls of the ghosts of those deadIndians...maybe one or two of `em...were justrunning around freaking out, and just leaped into mysoul. And they`re still in there.CURSES, INVOCATIONCurses, InvocationsWeird bate-headed mongrelsI keep expecting one of you to riseLarge buxom obese queenGarden hogs and cunt veteransQuaint cabbage saintsShit hoarders and individualistsDrag strip officialsTight lipped losers andLustful fuck salesmanMy militant dandiesAll strange orders of monstersHot on the tail of the woodvineWe welcome you to our processionHere come the Comedianslook at them smileWatch them dance an Indian mileLook at them gestureHow aplombSo to gesture everyoneWords dissembleWords be quickWords resemble walking sticksPlant them they will growWatch them waver soI`ll always be a word manBetter then a bird manBLACK POLISHED CHROMEThe music was newblack polished chromeAnd came over the summerlike liquid night.The DJ`s took pills to stay awakeand play for seven daysThey went to the studioAnd someone knew himSomeone knew the TV showmanHe came to our homeroom partyand played recordsAnd when he left in the hot noon sunand walked to his carWe saw the chooks had writtenF-U-C-K on his windshieldHe wiped it off with a ragand smiling cooly drove awayHe`s rich. Got a big carBIRD OF PREYBird of prey, Bird of preyflying high, flying highIn the summer skyBird of prey, Bird of preyflying high, flying highGently pass on byBird of prey, Bird of preyflying high, flying highAm I going to dieBird of prey, Bird of preyflying high, flying highTake me on your flightAWAKEIs everybody in?Is everybody in?Is everybody in?The ceremony is about to begin.WAKE UP!You can`t remember where it washad this dream stopped?