Ghost Song ( LP Version )

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 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 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

Oh, 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 feasts we are promised?