And the spirit of John moved upon the face of the waters.
And John said: "Let there be light." And there was light.
And John saw that it was good.
Dear John, forgive us our sins.
Creator of all, forgive us our sins.
Thank you God.
I wanna tell you where you at. It was me on this campsite.
And I'm gonna teach you how to be cowboys. And if you want to be tough cowboys.
I don't wanna hear you cryin'. I don't wanna hear you belly aching.
You gonna get on that horse on that ride. Don't be afraid.
Wear your boots up high, your pants low and your hat in a good way.
When you get on there, don't be jerking on it. Just ride nice and soft.
You can do it, I believe you.
Ride with the wind. Don't complain.
Never say you're sorry 'cause sorry is a sign of weakness.
I don't want you to go back to your mama because I will run you back out.
You are a good kid. All you little cowboys will do a good job for me.
Make sure you do it, pilgrim, 'cause I'll be watching you!
-Life can change on a dime. Sometimes you just have to gamble.
-Yeah, baby, that's what it is. That's what it's all about.
-Amen.
Don't forget: Now Write to your mama!
(Body Electric)
I sing the Body electric.
The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them;
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
(Man you've got to be crazy!)
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul
Womanhood, and all that is woman, and the man that comes from woman
The womb, the tits, nipples, breast-milk, tears, laughter, weeping, love-looks, love-perturbations and risings
The voice, articulation
Language,
Whispering, shouting aloud
Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep,
Walking, swimming, poise on the hips,
Leaping, reclining, embracing, arm-curving and tightening.
The continual change of the flex of the mouth,
And around the eyes,
The skin, the sunburnt shade, freckles, hair,
The curious sympathy one feels when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body,
The circling rivers the breath, and breathing it in and out
The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward toward the knees.
The thin red jellies within you or within me, the bones and the marrow in the bones,
The exquisite realization of health;
O I say these are not the parts and poems of the Body only, but of the Soul,
O I say now these are the Soul!
(Gods & Monsters)
- "You know it's not gonna always be this way, right?"
- "Yeah."
- "So just chill, alright?"
- "Mhmm"
- "Alright."
- "Yeah."
Just remember, I'm always there for you.
-In honour of Jack's birthday tonight;
I thought I'd bring somebody here tonight that Jack could jack off to.
In all due seriousness, are you ready?
Ladies?
-Lord Almighty, I feel my temperature rising.)
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
Dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix.
Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night.
Who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
Who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated.
Who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war
Who were expelled from the academies for crazy and publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
Who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall.
Who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
Who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares.
And so, from being created in his likeness, to being banished for wanting to be too much like him, we were cast out. And the garden of Eden transformed in to the garden of Evil:
Los Angeles, The city of Angels. A land of Gods and Monsters, The in-between realm where only the choices made from your free will, will decide your souls final fate.
Some poets called it the entrance to the Underworld, but on some summer nights - it could feel like Paradise. Paradise Lost.
Dear John, forgive us our sins. x2
Master of the universe, creator of all, forgive us our sins.
Dear John, forgive us our sins.
