‘With the Indians Perminent’

Lyrics
Sad lost time of all rainy afternoon in Paris GO! This week's waitress pulls out a Camel Striking a match on the dash Having just come with a prayer and a curse in the back of a stolen car Amphetamine wearing out a holing switchblade Rucksack ancesteral creasing the long split track With an eye out for cops, hoods and angels Strung out flag of the mysterious cupped cigarettes Subterraneans Subterraneans making a lonely invisible freedom The cold East side of a stolen time Charlie Parker's umbilical chord Hobo dustwrapper track exploding Turning into blood brotherhood in three weeks "With the Indians permanent" Searching out a Sputnik epitaph On-the-road Living singed on barbiturates Tenderness crayola inflamed Hot wire joy rides Teleprint the word "dream" Don Quixote lunatics waiting for Zen The back seat of a noble message In memory of a sailor's dead six-pack Breathlessly bleeding the next lagoon In a bivouacked hotel Burning a legend in asphelt Fathomless after hours following a trail of Cognac The slip in the naked life is a low sobriety grove Lonely Legendary long time rapingland conversations on reel to reel Pinned without sleep in a railroad line Blue enorman lost in gone streets of bebop Blowing wild below a jungle midnight sky Ravaged by the storm Hopping freights Running dust-bowl high Virgins, sands, moons Ghost raincoat heart A maverick car with Cassady at the wheel A nail in the jazz ghost blood Always in the spinny with colours Dark inks unfurl Rosary beads over folded hands GO! RED SPIRIT FLY
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Credits
- Writers
- David J