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Awake. 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 radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children Smug 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
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 theater
To propagate our *** for our life, And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets.
The barns have stormed The windows kept,
And only one of all the rest To dance and save us
From the divine mockery of words, Music inflames temperament.
Oh great creator of being Grant us one more hour,
To perform our art And perfect our lives.
We need great golden copulations,
When the true kings murderers Are allowed to roam free,
A thousand magicians arise in the land Where are the feasts we are promised?
One more thing (in that case, you're on . . .)
Thank you oh lord For the white blind light
Thank you oh lord For the white blind light
A city rises from the sea I had a splitting headache
From which the future is made