text: 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.
  A vast radiant beach and cooled 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 dawns 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.
  Ooh 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 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 which the futures made