Is everybody in?

Is everybody in?

Is everybody in?

The ceremony is about to begin.

Wake up!

You can't remember where it was

Has this dream stopped?

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 vaste radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon

Couples naked race down by its 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 como again

Choose now, they croon, beneath the moon, beside an ancient lake

Enter 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

Cruel bindings

The servants have the power

Dog-men and their mean women

Pulling poo blankets over our sailors

I'm sick of dour faces

Staring at me from the T.V. tower

I want roses in my garden bower, dig?

Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted

Strangers in the mud

These mutants, blood-meal fot the plant that's plowed

They are waiting to take us into the severed garden

Do you know how pale and wanton thrill

comes death on a strange hour unannounced,

unplanned for like scaring over-friendly

guest you've brought to bed?

Death makes angels of us all and give us wings

where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws

No more money, no more fancy dress

This other Kingdom seems by far the best

until its other jaw reveals incest

and loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go

Prefer a Feast of Friends to the Giant Family

Give of color, hundred hues

A rich mandala for me and you

And for your silky pillowed house

A head, wisdom and a bed

Troubled decree

Resident mockery has claimed thee

We used to believe in the good old days

We still receive in little ways

The Things of Kindness

And usporting brow

Forget and allow

Did you know freedom exists in a school book?

Did you know madmen are running our prison?

Within a jail, within a gaol

Within a white free protestant maelstrom

We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom

We're reaching for death on the end of a candle

We're trying for something that's already found us

Wow, I'm sick of doubt

Live in the light of certain South

Where are the feasts we were promised?

Where is the wine, The New Wine? (dying on the vine)

Resident mockery

Give us an hour for magic

We of the purple glove

We of the starling flight and velvet hour

We of arabic pleasure's breed

We of sundome and the night

Give us a creed to believe

A night of Lust

Give us trust in The Night

We live, we die, and death not ends it

Journey we more into the Nightmare

Cling to life, our passion'd flower

Cling to cunts and cocks of despair

We got our final vision by clap

Colombus' groing got filled with green death

(I touched her thigh and death smiled)

We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre

To propagate our lust for life

and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets

The barns are stormed

The windows kept

And only one of all the rest

to dance and save us

With the divine mockery of words

Music inflames temperament

(When the true King's murderers are allowed

to roam free a 1000 Magicians arise in the land)

We need great golden copulations

The fathers are cackling in trees of the forests

Our mother is dead in the sea

Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals

and thar fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood?

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.?

The moon is a dry blood beast

Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine

amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying

Oh great creator of being

Grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives

The moths and atheists are doubly divine and dying

Do you know the warm progress under the stars?

Do you know we exist?

Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom?

Have you been born yet and are you alive?

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages

Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests

(Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war?)