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Newborn Awakening
gently they stir, gently rise
The dead are newborn awakening
With ravaged limbs and wet souls
Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement
Who 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 earth
I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin
I called you to wish you well
To glory in self like a new monster
And now I call you to pray

Not to touch the earth
Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do, but
Run, run, run
Let's run
Let's run
House upon the hill
Moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze
C'mon baby run with me
Let's run
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run
The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside
Dead president's corpse in the driver's car
The engine runs on glue and tar
Come on along, not goin' very far
To the East to meet the Czar
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run
Whoa!
Some outlaws lived by the side of a lake
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl, we're almost home
Ya, c'mon!
We should see the gates by mornin'
We should be inside the evenin'
Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Soon, soon, soon
Moon, moon, moon
I will get you
Soon!, Soon!, Soon!
I am the Lizard King
I can do anything

Orange County Suite
Well I used to know someone fair
She had orange ribbons in her hair
She was such a trip
She was hardly there
But I loved her
Just the same.

There was rain in our window,
The FM set was ragged
But she could talk, yeah,
We learned to speak

And one year
has gone by

Such a long long road to seek it
All we did was break and freak it
We had all
That lovers ever had
We just blew it
And I'm not sad

Well I'm mad

And I'm bad

And two years
have gone by

Now her world was bright orange
And the fire glowed
And her friend had a baby
And she lived with us
Yeah, we broke through the window
Yeah, we knocked on the door
Her phone would not answer,
Yeah, but she's still home

Now her father has passed over
and her sister is a star
and her mother smokes diamonds
and she sleeps out in the car

Yeah, but she remembers Chicago
The musicians & guitars
and grass by the lake
and people who laugh'd
and made her poor heart ache

Now we live down in the valley
We work out on the farm
We climb up to the mountains
and everything's fine

and I'm still here
and you're still there
and we're still around

Paris Blues
I wish I was a girl of sixteen
Be the queen of the magazine
I’d drive around in a great big car
I’d have a chauffeur like a movie star
And all night long you could hear me scream!

When you look all around, can you believe the shape she’s in?
When you look all around, can you believe the shape she’s in?
Look all around, can you believe the shape she’s in?

Know where I’m goin’, can’t remember where I’ve been
Know right where I’m goin’, can’t remember where I’ve been
Goin’ to the city of love, gonna start my life all over again

Once I was young now I’m gettin’ old
Once I was warm, now I feel cold
Well, I’m goin’ overseas, gonna grab me some of that gold

Paris Journal
So much forgetten already
So much forgotten
So much to forget

Once the idea of purity
born, all was lost
irrevocably

The Black Musician
in a house up the hill

Nigger in the woodpile
Skeleton in the closet

Sorry. Didn't mean you.

An old man, someone's
daughter

Arises
& sees us still in the room
of off-key piano & bad
paintings

him off to work
&new wife arriving

(The candle-forests of
Notre-Dame)

beggar nuns w/ moving
smiles, small velvet sacks
& cataleptic eyes

straying to the gaudy
Mosaic calendar
Windows

I write like this
to seize you

give me your love, your
tire eyes, sad for
delivery

A small & undiscover'd
park -- we ramble

And the posters scream
safe revolt

& the tired walls barely
fall, graffiti into
dry cement sand

an overfed vacuum
dust-clock

I remember freeways

Summer, beside you
Ocean -- brother

Storms passing

electric fires in the night

"rain, night, misery --
the back-ends of wagons"

Shake it! Wanda,
fat stranded swamp
Woman

We still need you

Shake your roly-poly
Thighs inside that
Southern tent

So what.

It was really wild
She started nude & put
on her clothes.

An old & cheap hotel
with bums in the lobby
genteel bums of satisfied
poverty

Across the street, a
famous pool-hall
where the actors meet
former ace -- home of
beat musicians
beat poets & beat
wanderers
in the Zen tradition
from China to the
Subway
in 4 easy lifetimes

Weeping, he left his pad
on orders from police
& furnishings hauled
away, all records &
momentos, & reporters
calculating tears &
curses for the press:
"I hope the Chinese junkies
get you"
& they will
for the poppy
rules the world
That handsome gentle
flower

Sweet Billy!

Do you remember
the snake
your lover
tender in the tumbled
brush-weed
sand & cactus

I do.

And I remember
Stars in the shotgun
night
eating pussy
til the mind runs
clean
Is it rolling, God
in the Persian Night?

"There's a palace
in the canyon
where you & I
were born

Now I'm a lonely Man
Let me back into
the Garden

Blue Shadows
of the Canyon
I met you
& now you're gone
& now my dream is gone
Let me back into your Garden

A man searching
for lost Paradise
Can seem a fool
to those who never
sought the other world

Where friends do lie & drift
Insanely in
Their own private gardens"

The cunt bloomed
& the paper walls
Trembled

A monster arrived
in the mirror
To mock the room
& its fool
alone

Give me songs
to sing
& emerald dreams
to dream
& I'll give you love
unfolding

Sun
underwater, it was
immediately strange
& familiar
the black boy's
from the boat, fins & mask,

Nostrils bled liquid
crystal blood
as they rose to surface

Rose & moved strong
in their wet world

Below was a Kingdom
Empire of still sand
& yes, party-coloured
fishes
-- they are the last
to leave

The gay sea

I eat you
avoiding your wordy
bones
& spit out pearls

The little girl gave
little cries of surprise
as the club struck
her sides

I was there
By the fire in the
Phonebooth

I saw them charge
& heard the indian
war-scream
felt the adrenalin
of flight-fear
the exhilaration of terror
sloshed drunk in
the flashy battle blood

Naked we come
& bruised we go
nude pastry
for the slow soft worms
below

This is my poem
for you
Great flowing funky flower'd beast

Great perfumed wreck of hell

Great good disease
& summer plague

Great god-damned shit-ass
Mother-fucking freak

You lie, you cheat,
you steal, you kill

you drink the Southern
Madness swill
of greed
you die utterly & alone

Mud up to your braces
Someone new in your
knickers
& who would that be?

You know

You know more
than you let on

Much more than you betray

Great slimy angel-whore
you've been good to me

You really have
been swell to me

Tell them you came & saw
& look'd into my eyes
& saw the shadow
of the guard receding
Thoughts in time
& out of season
The Hitchhiker stood
by the side of the road
& levelled his thumb
in the calm calculus
of reason

Peace Frog
There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
She came
There's blood on the streets, it's up to my knee
She came
Blood on the streets in the town of Chicago
She came
Blood on the rise, it's following me
Think about the break of day

She came and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair

She came
Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness She came
Blood in the streets it's up to my thigh She came
Yeah the river runs red down the legs of the city
She came
The women are crying rivers of weepin'

She came into town and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind

Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.

Blood screams the pain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union

There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee
Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it's following me

People Are Strange
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out of role
Riders on the storm

There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah

Wow!

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
into this house we're born
into this world we're thrown
like a dog without a bone
an actor out of role
Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm

Roadhouse Blues
Yeah Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Yeah, we're goin' to the Roadhouse
We're gonna have a real
Good time

Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
And that's for the people
Who like to go down slow

Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long

Do it, honey, do it

You gotta roll, roll, roll
You gotta thrill my soul, all right
Roll, roll, roll, roll
Thrill my soul
You gotta beep a gunk a chucha
Honk konk konk
You gotta each you puna
Each ya bop a luba
Each yall bump a kechonk
Ease sum konk
Ya, ride

Ashen lady, Ashen lady
Give up your vows, give up your vows
Save our city, save our city
Right now

Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer
Well, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer
The future's uncertain, and the end is always near

Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long

Rock Is Dead
Hi you lady… alright babe… gonna love ya…

When I was just a little boy, ‘bout the age of five
I went to sleep,
I heard my mama and papa talking -
She said
We got to stop that boy, he’s gettin too far out,
He’s goin’ wild, we gotta stop that child.
And I lay there listening, feeling bad -
You know, people, I was feeling bad.
Mama didn’t like the way I did my thing.
The old lady, she didn’t get with that thing.
But my daddy was a sailor, get his head around,
And he said
Boy you got to do it son, get yourself intact,
You gotta love, love, love, love, love my baby tonight.
Let me tell you baby ‘bout the death of rock,
I used to be a boy in my home block,
Used to feel alone then I heard some news,
Bunch o’cats got the rockin’ news.
You know I love my rock’n’roll people,
you know we got some fun,
we gonna rock tonight, yeah c’mon…
Rock and roll is dead.
Rock and roll is dead,
Must be something else instead.
You got to lay right down and
Die, die, die, die yeah…
It’s all over baby
That’s it
We gotta go
We had some good times
But it’s gone
It’s all over.

I got a few things on my chest, I got to get ‘em off…
Now listen listen listen listen listen…
Now I don’t want to hear no talk about no revolution,
And I swear to God I don’t want to hear
No talk about no constitution.
And in my frame of mind I am in no mood for
No talk about no… cremation.
The only thing I’m interested in…
I wanna have a good time.
I don’t wanna hear no talk about no riots,
No demonstrations, no cacitritions, no impablermations.
There’s only one thing I want to see…
That’s some dancin’ !
We’re gonna have some fun !
We’re gonna have a good time!
Let’s roll !

O boogie… all night long… yeah…
Rocky little woman be my pal,
Gonna be the fool, gotta deep-dap-doo,
You gotta love, love, love ya baby little lotta-gita-do.
Yeah c’mon…

Yeah, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute !
Now listen here people !
I’m talkin’ about the death of rock and roll,
And who killed it.
I’m talkin’ about the blues.
I’m talkin’ about the news.
Have you heard, have you heard,
Have you heard the word ?
Rock is dead.
Rock is dead.
Now I didn’t want to be the one to lay it on ya sweetheart,
But I used to be a little fellow traveller.
I used to think we had the whole thing sewed up, mama.
Then I realised,
Rock and roll is dying, baby.
I wanna see some fun !
I wanna see some hanging out !
I wanna see my people
Non-political
Arithmetical
Transcendental
Irathamadental
Coolambindang bupalookanimbo… !
Are you ready ?
Are you ready ?
Are you ready to sing the blues my baby ?

Yeah, I like it real slow,
I like it real bad,
I like to get myself together
I love to hear you get undressed -
Naked woman, out of doors,
I don’t care how loud you snore.
Sun goin’ down, way out on the sea,
Here she comes, little girl, gonna set me free.
Alright c’mon, now… one more time…

Yeah…
Train a’ride - - - sixteen coaches long
Train a’ride - - - sixteen coaches long
Well I got my baby,
Gonna get on the train and run, yeah…
Well that big black train gonna get my baby,
Big black train,
Yeah the big black train gonna get my love,
Gonna take her, gonna hug her, gonna… whoa !!
Gonna love, love, love, love a dingo yeah…
Big black train.

Now when I got home,
I heard my daddy say,

You want a little piece ?
Do you want a little peace ?
Do you want a little soul ?
Do you want a little soul ?

I could not help myself, I could not help myself,
I could not help !
Help ! Help !
I’m dyin’ ! I’m dyin’ ! I’m dyin’ !
I’m die - die - digadigadoohdah whoa !

It’s over !
It’s over !
Have mercy !
Have mercy !
Have mercy on your poor son !

We had some good times.
We had a few good times.
But
Those good little times - you know where they are ?
They’re absolutely, positively under the ground.
And
As long as I got breath, the death of rock
Is the death of me,
And rock is dead
Well, we’re dead… alright… yeah !…

ROCK IS DEAD

Runnin blue
Poor Otis dead and gone, Left me here to sing his song
Pretty little girl with the red dress on
Poor Otis dead and gone
Yeah, back down, turn around slowly
Try it again, remembering when
It was easy, try it again
Much to easy, rememberin' when
All right, look at my shoes, Not quite the walkin' blues
Don't fight, too much to lose, Can't fight the runnin' blues
Well, I've got the runnin' blues
Runnin' away, back to L.A.
Got to find the dock of the bay
Maybe find it back in L.A.
Runnin' scared, Runnin' blue
Goin' so fast, What'll I do
Well, I've got the runnin' blues
Runnin' away, back to L.A.
Got to find the dock of the bay
Maybe find it back in L.A.
All right, look at my shoes
Not quite the walkin' blues
Don't fight, too much to lose
Can't fight the runnin' blues
All right, look at my shoes
Not quite the walkin' blues
Don't fight, too much to lose
Can't fight the runnin' blues



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