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Lorraine (OPENING POEM) |
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Seven blonde women |
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They gather in the square |
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They raise their hands up to the sun |
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Their skin is so thin and white |
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You know their fathers must surely be wealthy |
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I watch the others stand around and form a crucifix |
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A serpent of vapor |
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Some stray birds rise |
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The one on the end, the fine one on the end |
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She called me over, she pulled me aside |
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She said, You know, I have to make it all look different |
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It seems that every time I lay down |
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On it, and its like a snake in water |
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And when I look out of it, |
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It's like the one from last week |
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Was breathing again |
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And she said she had some white light |
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You know, she said that she had some morphine |
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But she didn't have no gimmicks |
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So she just took this razor |
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And she laid it on a white vein |
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And then she took a black orchid |
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And she just ripped apart that flower |
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And then she took the white light |
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Then she said, Hey, later for the morphine |
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She took the razor and slit open her white vein |
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She slit open her white vein |
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She put the flower through the slit vein |
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She poured the white light through the red stem |
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She put the white light through the red stem |
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She just poured it through the red stem |
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I was talkin' with my angel |
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I was talkin' with my angel then . . . |
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(LYRICS) |
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I was underneath the staircase |
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I was talking with my angel |
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He said that beauty is only terror |
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You know, when terror is just beginning |
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I thought I heard some footsteps |
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Lorraine, she was coming |
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But she's been feelin' real sick lately |
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She been kickin' down her habit |
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So I went around to see her |
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I had the angel in my pocket |
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She had jewels between her fingers |
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And there was blood across Lou's carpet |
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But I know that she's feelin' better . . . |
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I saw her walking to the Market |
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She went down |
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The sharp black hole |
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She wants to die just to save her soul . . . |
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But she wants to live |
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She wants to start her band |
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She swears the stage is God's left hand |
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So I'm sitting in the cellar |
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Beneath my dark apartment |
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I had the angel on my shoulder |
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You know, his wings were kinda shattered |
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He plays with broken mirrors |
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And he said that he just saw Sally |
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And that Sally was with Lorraine |
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And they were playing in the alley |
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So I went around to see them |
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Ahhh . . . they were doing it together |
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And there was a little blood across the concrete . . . |
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I know they were feeling better . . . |
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They got straight |
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They understand |
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They wanted to die but now they got plans |
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They want to live; they want to start their band |
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They swear the stage is God's left hand |
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I'm waiting in the lobby |
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The angel dropped the mirror |
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But he still insists that beauty . . . |
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That beauty is just one part of terror |
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There's a painting on the ceiling |
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Of a dog . . . he had eyes like rubies, |
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And then the angel just remembered |
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That Lorraine was at the movies |
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I found her in the back aisle |
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There was blood across the next seat |
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When she reached out to touch me |
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I thought that that that was so sweet |
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So I stuck her with my finger |
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It was like a knife through leather |
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She had a song along her eyelid |
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I KNOW she was feeling better |
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She got straight |
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She understand |
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She wanted to die but now she got plans |
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She want to live |
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She want to start her band |
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She swear the stage is God's left hand . . . |
