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Awake.
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The days divinity
First thing you see.
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Despierta
Sacdete los sueos de tu pelo
Mi preciosa y dulce nia.
Elige el da y el signo para tu da
El da es divino.
La primera cosa que ves
Dawn's Highway
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a grandmother and a grandfather - were driving through the
desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian workers had either hit another car, or just - I don't know what
happened - but there were Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death.
So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first time I tasted fear. I musta' been about four - like a child
is like a flower, his head is just floating in the breeze, man. The reaction I get now thinking about it,
looking back - is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead Indians ...maybe one or two of 'em...were just
running around freaking out, and just leaped into my soul. And they're still in there.
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice Blood
in my love in the terrible summer Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.
Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers Blood will be born in the birth if a nation Blood is
the rose of mysterious union Blood on the rise, it's following me.
Indian, Indian what did you die for? Indian says, nothing at all.
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Los indios se dispersaron sobre la carretera del alba donde fantasmas sangrando golpean el
frgil cascacarn de mi mente infantil .
Entonces el coche gira y para. Era la primera vez que probaba el miedo. Yo deba de tener
cuatro aos - como un nio se parece a una flor, su cabeza solo est flotando en la brisa, to.
La sensacin que tengo ahora cuando pienso en ello, es que las almas de aquellos indios
muertos, tal vez una o dos de ellas, quiz estuviesen corriendo enloquecidas por all y puede
que se reclinaran en mi alma. Y an siguen ah.
Los indios se dispersaron sobre la carretera del alba donde fantasmas sangrando se agolpan
en el frgil cascacarn de mi mente infantil .
Sangre en las calles del pueblo de New Haven. Sangre mancha las azoteas y las palmeras de
la Venecia. Sangre en mi amor del terrible verano. Sol rojo sangriento, la fantstica L.A.
La sangre chilla en su mente mientras ellos cortan sus dedos, sangre brotar en el nacimiento
de la nacin.Sangre es la rosa de la misteriosa unin. Sangre en la ascensin, me persigue.
Newborn Awakening
Gently they stir, gently rise. The dead are newborn awakening. With ravaged limbs and wet
souls. Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement. Who called these dead to dance? Was it the
young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand? Was it the wilderness
children? Was it the ghost god himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly? I called you up to
anoint the earth. I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin. I called you to wish
you well. To glory in self like a new monster. And now I call you to pray.
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Gentilmente se agitan, gentilmente ascienden. Los muertos son recin nacidos despertndose.
Con desoladoras amputaciones y almas hmedas. Gentilmente suspiran en el extasiado
funeral de asombro Quin llamo e esa muerte al baile? Fue la joven mujer aprendiendo a
tocar la cancin del fantasma en su pequeo piano? Fueron los desrticos nios? Fue el
mismo fantasma de Dios, tartamudo, animado, charlando ciegamente? Te he llamado para
embalsamar la tierra. Te he llamado para anunciar la tristeza cayendo como carne quemada.
Te he llamado para desearte el bien. Para glorificarte como un nuevo monstruo. Y ahora te
llamo para rezar.
To Come Of Age
A military station in the desert.
Can we resolve the past, Lurking jaws, joints of time? The Base. To come of age in a dry place
Holes and caves.
My friend drove and hour each day from the mountains. The bus gives you a hard-on with
books in your lap. Someone shot the bird in the afternoon dance show. They gave out free
records to the best couple. Spades dance best, from the hip.
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Podemos resolver el pasado, madbulas al acecho, uniones del tiempo? La Base. Hacerse
mayor de edad en un rido lugar. Agujeros y cuevas.
Mi amigo conduca una hora cada da desde las montaas. El autobs te hace trepar con libros
en tu regazo. Alguien dispar al pjaro en el espectculo del baile de la tarde. Regalaban
discos a la mejor pareja. Los negros bailan mejor, con la cadera.