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 dawns highway, bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile, eggshell mind
We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theater
To propogate our lustful life
And flee the storming wisdom of the streets

The barns stormed, the windows kept
And only one of all the rest can dance and save us
With the divine mockery of words
Music enflames temperament
Oh, great creator of being
Grant us one more hour to perform our arts
And perfect our lives

We need great golden cotten relations
When the true kings-murderers are allowed to roam free
A thousand Egyptians will arise from the land
Where are the feasts we were promised??
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