, your life & death; you might recall all of the rest -- (did you have a good world when you died?) -- enough to base a movie on?" An iron chuckle rapped
Matchbox Are you more real than me I'll burn you, & set you free Wept bitter tears Excessive courtesy I won't forget
A ship leaves port mean horse of another thicket wishbone of desire decry the metal fox
1000 Magicians arise in the land) Where are the feasts we are promised Where is the wine The New Wine (dying on the vine) resident mockery give us an
A hot sick lava flowed up, Rustling & bubbling. The paper-face. Mirror-mask, I love you mirror. He had been brainwashed for 4 hrs. The LT. puzzled in
a 1000 magicians arise in the land) Where are the feasts we were promised Where is the wine The New Wine (dying on the vine) resident mockery give us an
birth, your life & death; you might recall all of the rest -- (did you have a good world when you died?) -- enough to base a movie on?" An iron chuckle
All hail the American night! What was that? I don't know Sounds like guns...thunder. (Roadhouse Blues) ...Alright! Alright! Alright! Hey,
Is everybody in? Is everybody in? Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin. WAKE UP! You can't remember where it was had this dream stopped?
a 1000 Magicians arise in the land) Where are the feasts we are promised Where is the wine The New Wine (dying on the vine) resident mockery give us an
The music was new black polished chrome And came over the summer like liquid night. The DJ's took pills to stay awake and play for seven days They
enough? she asks Now dressed and leaving The Spanish girl begins to bleed She says her period It's Catholic heaven I have an ancient Indian crucifix
Hot on the tail of the woodvine We welcome you to our procession Here come the Comedians look at them smile Watch them dance an Indian mile Look
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a grandmother
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
write Slow train, the death of my cock gives life Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry Taught us god in the child's praye in the night