RECORDS
The man, a changeling, journeys across the radiant waste of the American west, there is a quake, a crack, he sprawls, he laughs, he sticks his prick into the jagged warp and spews his seed of trust and disgust thru the hard red vein of the desert, he does not emerge, he cannot rise, his cock is caught in the mouth of the wilderness, gestures of sound but no sound, there is to be silence before god.
RECORDS
AN AMERICAN PRAYER (Scream of the Butterfly)
BY PATTI SMITH
JIM MORRISON An American Prayer (Elektra)
i (the dream)
The man, a changeling, journeys across the radiant waste of the American west, there is a quake, a crack, he sprawls, he laughs, he sticks his prick into the jagged warp and spews his seed of trust and disgust thru the hard red vein of the desert, he does not emerge, he cannot rise, his cock is caught in the mouth of the wilderness, gestures of sound but no sound, there is to be silence before god. the tongue is plugged but the transistor is waving, beach plastic only a few feet away, song on the radio: james brown/ this is a man's world. The end/he's lost.
But he is not silent, this time the gestures explode into music, into violence, he will not settle into a blissful jam. he is not occidental, he is the twisting remains of these united states, he desires not peace, buf a piece of. he will not zip up, be good, shut up. he wants a bite, a slice of yet another life.
Tell them james how we pray screaming.