Land (Part I: "Horses"; Part II: "Land of a Thousand Dances"; Part III: "La Mer(de)")
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of teaFrom the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generatingAnother boy was sliding up the hallwayHe merged perfectly with the hallway,He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway
The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,But the movie kept moving as plannedThe boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in JohnnyThe boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,Started crashing his head against the locker,Started crashing his head against the locker,Started laughing hysterically
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded byHorses, horses, horses, horsesComing in in all directionsWhite shining silver studs with their nose in flames,He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.Do you know how to pony like bony maroneyDo you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like thisBaby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligatorAnd you twist the twister like your baby sisterI want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sisterRise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,Got to lose control and then you take control,Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that,Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusiLife is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffinAngel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boyCan't you show me nothing but surrender ?”Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,Taped to his chest there's the answer,You got pen knives and jack knives andSwitchblades preferred, switchblades preferredThen he cries, then he screams, sayingLife is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brainAnd I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi
There's a little place, a place called spaceIt's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks,Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,And the name of the band is theTwistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes,Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes
Baby calm down, better calm down,In the night, in the eye of the forestThere's a mare black and shining with yellow hair,I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair,I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw thatUp there -- there is a seaUp there -- there is a seaUp there -- there is a seaThe sea's the possibilityThere is no land but the land(up there is just a sea of possibilities)There is no sea but the sea(up there is a wall of possibilities)There is no keeper but the key(up there there are several walls of possibilities)Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities.(up there)I seize the first possibility, is the sea around meI was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor(in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee(on the screen)And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame(in the heart of man)The waves were coming in like Arabian stallionsGradually lapping into sea horsesHe picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat(the spoon)And let it deep in(the veins)Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilitiesIt started hardeningDip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilitiesIt started hardening in my handAnd I felt the arrows of desireI put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amourBut no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area(go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud)And go Johnny go and do the watusi,Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ...Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encirclingOur lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twiningYour nerves, your mane of the black shining horseAnd my fingers all entwined through the air,I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers,(I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)The hairs were like wires going through my bodyI I that's how IThat's how II died(at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after)(they knew what they were after)[everything on the current] moved upI tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth,Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibilityWas a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilitiesThere's no land but the land
Looked at my hands, and there's a red streamThat went streaming through the sands like fingers,Like arteries, like fingers(how much fits between the eyes of a horse? )He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes)He opened his throat (your eyes)His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glandsThe scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,No one heard that cry,No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat,(his fingers)Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly,And so he seized the first(his vocal chords shot up)(possibility)(like mad pituitary glands)It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate(there is nothing happening at all)And go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steepSaw this sweet young thing (Fender one)Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter
In the sheetsThere was a manDancing aroundTo the simpleRock & rollSong