Ghost Song

Awake Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one Choose the day, choose the sign of your day The days divinity First thing you see A vast 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 woolly 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 dawns highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young childs, Fragile eggshell mind We have assembled inside, This ancient and insane theater To propagate our lust 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. Ooh great creator of being Grant us one more hour, To perform our art And perfect our lives. We need great golden copulations, When true kings murders Are allowed to roam free, A thousand musicians arise from the land Where are the feast we are promised? One more thing 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 witch the feature is maid