Ghost Song  - An American Prayer 1995 Edition
testi Inediti


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 in a cool 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
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

We have assembled inside this ancient
& insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life
& flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets

The barns are stormed
The windows kept
& only one of all the rest
To dance & save us
W/the divine mockery
of words
Music inflames temperament

O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to
perform our art
& perfect our lives

We need great golden copulations

When the true King's murderers
are allowed to roam free
a 1000 Magician arise
in the land

Where are the feasts
we were promised


One more thing
In that case you're on

Thank you, O Lord
for the white blind light
Thank you, O Lord
for the white blind light
A city rises from the sea
I had a splitting headache
from which the future's made




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