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  • AwakeShake dreams from your hair
    My pretty child, my sweet one
    Choose the day, 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 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 darms 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 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 copulation’s,
    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
  • AwakeShake dreams from your hair
    My pretty child, my sweet one
    Choose the day, 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 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 darms 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 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 copulation’s,
    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