<All Hail The American Night>
All hail the American Night
And so I say to you
The silk handkerchief was embroidered in China or Japan
Behind the steel curtain
And no one can cross the borderline without proper credentials.
This is to say that we are all sensate and occasionally sad and if every
Partner in crime were to incorporate promises in his program
The dance might end and all our friends would follow another program.
Who are our friends?
Are they sullen and slow?
Do they have great desire?
Or are they one of the multitude who...
Walk doubting their impossible regret.
<Far Arden Poem>
Certainly things happen and reoccur in continuous promise;
All of us have found a safe niche where we can store up riches
And talk to our fellows on the same premise of disaster.
But this will not do.
No, this will never do.
There are continents and shores which beseech our understanding
Seldom have we been so slow
Seldom have we been so far
My only wish is to see Far Arden again
<Texas Radio & The Big Beat>
(In this next part will be done in a woman voice)
The truth is on his chest
The cellular excitement has
Totally inspired our magic Veteran.
And now for an old trip.
I'm tired of the night.
I want the old forms to reassert their s**ual cool.
My friend is just... you know.
And this morning before I sign off
I would like to tell you about Texas Radio & the Big Beat.
It moves into the perimeter of your sacred sincere and dedicated smile
Like a calm survivor of the psychic war.
He was no general for he was not old.
He was no private for he could not be sold.
He was only a man and his dedication extended to the last degree.
Poor pretentious soldier, come home.
The dark Los Angeles evening is steaming the Church
That we attended and I miss my boy.
Stupid in green- What the color green?
When I watch the T.V. and I see helicopters swirling
Their brutal and bountiful sensation
Over the fields and the comic walls
I can only smile and fix a meal and think
About the child who will one day own you.
In conclusion, darling, let me repeat:
Our home is still here, inviolate and certain
And I open the wide smile of my remembrance
Of your enlanging face
This to you on the anniversary of our first night.
I know you love me to talk this way.
I hope no one sees this message written in the calm lonely
Far out languid afternoon with my total love:
Sherley
(How we doin' in time?)
All hail the American Night
And so I say to you
The silk handkerchief was embroidered in China or Japan
Behind the steel curtain
And no one can cross the borderline without proper credentials.
This is to say that we are all sensate and occasionally sad and if every
Partner in crime were to incorporate promises in his program
The dance might end and all our friends would follow another program.
Who are our friends?
Are they sullen and slow?
Do they have great desire?
Or are they one of the multitude who...
Walk doubting their impossible regret.
<Far Arden Poem>
Certainly things happen and reoccur in continuous promise;
All of us have found a safe niche where we can store up riches
And talk to our fellows on the same premise of disaster.
But this will not do.
No, this will never do.
There are continents and shores which beseech our understanding
Seldom have we been so slow
Seldom have we been so far
My only wish is to see Far Arden again
<Texas Radio & The Big Beat>
(In this next part will be done in a woman voice)
The truth is on his chest
The cellular excitement has
Totally inspired our magic Veteran.
And now for an old trip.
I'm tired of the night.
I want the old forms to reassert their s**ual cool.
My friend is just... you know.
And this morning before I sign off
I would like to tell you about Texas Radio & the Big Beat.
It moves into the perimeter of your sacred sincere and dedicated smile
Like a calm survivor of the psychic war.
He was no general for he was not old.
He was no private for he could not be sold.
He was only a man and his dedication extended to the last degree.
Poor pretentious soldier, come home.
The dark Los Angeles evening is steaming the Church
That we attended and I miss my boy.
Stupid in green- What the color green?
When I watch the T.V. and I see helicopters swirling
Their brutal and bountiful sensation
Over the fields and the comic walls
I can only smile and fix a meal and think
About the child who will one day own you.
In conclusion, darling, let me repeat:
Our home is still here, inviolate and certain
And I open the wide smile of my remembrance
Of your enlanging face
This to you on the anniversary of our first night.
I know you love me to talk this way.
I hope no one sees this message written in the calm lonely
Far out languid afternoon with my total love:
Sherley
(How we doin' in time?)