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BENZADRINE
06:56
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BURGERS
05:19
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BURGERS
So here it is:
The wrecking ball economy
Of our magnificent monetary world
Slash ` n burn
Boom `n bust
The dream starvation
Of our star-struck generation
The broken back
Of our illustrious blue friend...
I can`t go on like this
Ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is this
One man`s wine
Is another man`s poison
Have a glass or two with me, my friend
This is the beginning of the end
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CHAPPAQUIDDICK
08:03
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CHAPPAQUIDDICK
Chappaquiddik - Mary-Joe - Teddy`s bad hair day
Swimming out to Manson
Above the hills of Hollywood on that fantastic day
LAPD - the all-persons` bulletin
Squeaky`s screams won`t go away
The beefy cancer: the hamburger`s quiet revenge
And Nixon`s friends all wired up
And going out to play
Jackie dressed in pink - Jackie dressed in red
The moon`s a harsh mistress
Jackie`s bad hair day
FBI - IRS - Highway 61
Walt Disney`s drinking Coca-Cola
Howard Hughes is having fun
James Dean just puts his foot down
He`s never been afraid
Swimming out to Natalie Wood
Three cheers for the KKK
Holly flew to paradise
Elvis popped a pill
Valentino danced on a flowery grave
While Zelda led Fitzgerald over the hill...
Sing my song in your plastic church
Marry me - take me away...
Swimming down to Mary-Joe
In Chappaquiddik Bay
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COCAINE
05:09
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LIZARDS
04:30
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LIZARDS
This time we were staying at Bill`s farm. It was a desolate place strung on threads of starvation beneath an azure sky. First time I saw a cow skeleton laid out like a broken ship in the middle of a parchment field. This was desolation row…
Bill was always loading up -- shooting up the place. Joan was on a dozen bennie inhalers a day. She was stick thin, wasted, face like an empty page. Beautiful. She never slept -- not ever.
One night I woke up with the moon. That New Orleans moon was like a goddamned searchlight busting its way into my room.
I looked out the window. They had this haunted tree in the yard -- huge thing with nightmare arms -- just standing there waiting to get ya.
Joan was out there. She had this hundred-year old broom. She was scraping lizards off the tree. Hundreds of `em: green lizards. But they were silver in the moonlight -- like priceless salamanders.
Joan was hyper -- scraping those lizards off that tree.
She came back inside. And lizards climbed back up that tree and just hung there like so many jewels in that steaming southern night.
I stood and watched the moon -- I couldn`t sleep. I could hear Joan wheezing downstairs. The striking of a match. I reached up and covered the moon with my hand. And then I closed my eyes.
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SPACE
04:49
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TELEVISION
08:17
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TELEVISION
One night I walked into this bar in downtown Pittsburg. It was winter -- stars flashing in an endless cold black sky. Nothing moved. The street was frozen and still. There was total silence. It was a monochrome night: banks of white snow -- the deepest darkest shadows I`d ever seen. I got off that street and stepped into this bar.
The place was empty except for a drunk slumped across a piano vamping desultory minor chords. He wore a T-shirt with the legend: I am a consumer monkey. A row of shabby stools stood against the bar. More shadows. The TV on, the sound way down: a cartoon exuding bursts of Technicolor into the gloom.
I took a stool and ordered a beer and a shot. I downed the shot and took hold of the icy beer. The bartender wiped down the bar and stood with his arms folded beneath the TV. I tried to avoid looking at the guy, but my eyes were drawn to him. Each time I looked at him he looked at me. I sipped my beer as a scrawny cat threw an axe at a runaway dog.
A guy came into the bar and sat at the stool next to mine. He ordered a beer and a shot. He downed the shot and sipped at his beer. The bartender wiped down the bar and stood with folded arms, his face glowing green and blue in the flaming TV light.
The guy beside me said: “D`ya wanna buy a Warhol?”
I looked at him. He was an old guy, craggy yellow face, perfect teeth, Nylon hair sticking out like a broom from beneath a beat-up black hat. He had the word `Life` tattooed blue on the fingers of his left hand. I said nothing. He repeated his question.
I sipped at my beer. He downed his -- took out a knife -- cut off a finger from his right hand -- adjusted his hat and left the bar. I watched as the finger bled onto the bar. The bartender looked over. I looked at him. He came over -- wiped up the blood and the yellow finger -- threw the cloth in the trash -- and gave me a free shot.
As I left I looked back -- the bartender was stood beneath the TV -- face turned eyes closed to the colorful benevolent screen. He was bathed in holy blue light. The drunk was asleep, eaten away by malevolent shadows.
Outside the street was still -- it was a monochrome night-- the stars flashed their cold coded message to the world. I could hear a dog barking a long ways off. It was getting late...
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VIETNAM
07:25
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VIETNAM
I am the shape of things to come
I want to see the world
I want to interact in a meaningful way with all those foreign people
Lord, lord -- I`m going to Vietnam!
Kiss me with your tomato lips
Teach me to do the right thing
I wanna sing the songs of the lizard king
When one door closes another opens
I am an artist
I see the women on Fifth Avenue
I see the diamonds in their eyes
I kiss their bejewelled feet
I think of earth women in the fields of rice stooped beneath their ancient burden
I wanna shower them in dollars
I wanna look down on them from my insectcopter
Give me one thousand silver bullets
Give me a rifle forged in your spinning heaven
This is the shape of things to come
One day the world will be ruled by suicide politicians
Let us move across the face of the earth like beasts
Beneath the benevolent shadow of thine B52
There are holes in the ground
There are holes in the sky
I can hear music
I am an artist
I will live on Maggie`s farm!
Lord, lord -- I`m going to Vietnam!
Climb every mountain
Ford every stream
Every cloud has a poisoned lining
Gimme gimme gimme benzadrine
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ZERO
05:55
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ZERO
And the sum total of all of this and all of that from the hinged eyelids of junkies on the mainline out of Manhattan to the earth-like birth of a prairie child in a lost landscape beneath a destiny sky -- from the coke can crushed beneath a speeding wheel on some pockmarked potholed civil war street in a burnt out city where people meet to exchange paradise in a plastic bag -- to the dogs of day on a burning Denver desolate corner waiting for a calloused hand to touch their doldrum brows --
And the sum total of all of this and all of that from the high song sung in some holy hole to the blood beat rush of a party drum -- the taste of dust on broken lips -- the accordion wheezing with collapsed lungs in the death ward of a demolished hospital -- needles glinting in the surgical sun -- from the dollar dropped down the drain never to be seen again to the stash of cash built on hash -- the cracked fortunes of today`s reigning kings -- from the hurt and the pain to the stash and the drain --
And the sum total of all of this and all of that from the scorched burger the stench of incineration the cow`s cremation, the taste of death in a sesame bun all the fun of the fair, slaughterhouse 5 on the suburban drive into our obese future -- the Elvis impersonator`s operatic stance, bejewelled in plastic and glass, bursting at the seams, feeding the face of the housewife`s dream --
And the sum total of all of this and all of that from the glint of arson to our drowning world -- flower and flame, beauty and stain -- from the Yellow cab to the needle`s jab, from the begging palms to the law`s long arm -- from the falling fainting heart-breaking dive to all of us still left alive --
And the sum total of all of this and all of that is one big zero.
And then -- and then we start over again --
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