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sábado, 25 de abril de 2009

The Ghost Song...

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 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 and insane theater
To propagate our lust for 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 the true kings murderers Are allowed to roam free,
A thousand magicians arise in the land
Where are the feast we are promised?

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...ajá ya me siento mucho mejor!!

1 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

love that song! glad to hear u r feeling better! xoxo

Voilà la cerise...plus juteuse et trop passionnée!!

Voilà la cerise...plus juteuse et trop passionnée!!
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