Ghost Song
AwakeShake dreams from your hair,My pretty child, my sweet oneChoose the day and choose the sign of your day:The day's divinityFirst thing you see
A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moonCouples naked race down by its quiet sideAnd we laugh like soft, mad childrenSmug 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 forestEnter the hot dreamCome with usEverything is broken up and dances
Indians scatteredOn dawn's highway, bleedingGhosts crowd the young child’sFragile, eggshell mind
We have assembled insideThis ancient and insane theaterTo propagate our lust for life,And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
The barns have stormed,The windows kept,And only one of all the restTo dance and save usFrom the divine mockery of words,Music inflames temperament
Oh, great Creator of being,Grant us one more hour,To perform our artAnd perfect our lives
We need great golden copulations
When the true king's murderersAre allowed to roam free,A thousand magicians arise in the land...Where are the feasts we were promised?
One more thing:
Thank you, oh, LordFor the white blind lightThank you, oh, LordFor the white blind light
A city rises from the seaI had a splitting headacheFrom which the future's made