Hiway Poesy Painted Desert to Albuquerque
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⏱️ 5:16 duration
🆔 ID: 28665765
📜 Lyrics
Painted desert
Petrified forest
Leslie Howard's scratchy image in the 30s
... eating jurassic steak
Petroglyphs over there the Man in the Moon
The guy with the four fingers ...
Over there, this is the sun, with two spikes out of the North
And wto spikes out of the South and two spikes East and West in a ray
And over here the Moon, the Milky Way
... and all the animal with tentacles
Nebula spiraled
Gas flares, smoke, oil refinery at night
High aluminum tubes winking red lights
Runways
Witches' blood boiling underground—
"Looks like they're getting ready to go to Mars over there."
Approaching Thoreau—
Fort Wingate Army Depot, "there's the entrance"—
And the Continental Divide
Anti Vietnam War Demonstrator soldiers sentenced
For Contempt of the President
Hard Labor—
Learn thyself in the Oil Storage Seaboard Shell Refinery
Lying back on the car seat
Eyelids heavy
Legs spread leaned against the table
Oh that I were young again and the skin in my anus folds rose
"La illaba el (lill) Allah bu"
Finally bored
Singing Raghupati Raghava Raja Ram
Over in the hill in the vlue brilliance of Albuquerque Sparkling
More diamonds and pearls of electricity
Running out of power-plants than wherever heard of it in
Turkey or Israel—
All that intense endless iridescence on black velvet desert—
Ah what a marvel
Orange blue Neon Circling itself like a Solar System
Blinking electronic noises on the radio
Warbles with vibrations also
Echo chambers and fantastic neons on the streets of Albuquerque
Lights blinking to stars,
Collapsing and descending into bright red points
Globes like sattelites plunging their
Tiny lamps in and out—
The eyeball
Space stretching North dotted with silver gastanks
To Sandia Range
Hitchhiking student
Supported by the National Defense Fund
With his black horn rimmed glasses
Thin blond hair
"If your country calls you, would you go?"
"If my country... drafted me ...
Then I would go."
Selfish young american always interested in his own skin
—and blue car speeding along the highway
Sticker on back
"I'm proud to be an American"
Right front seat, a 10 gallon hat
Driver a fat car salesman—
Sitting icy tipped
Distant earth peaks over Hilltops
& here's an ugly little oasis, used car tractors
Fenced off by barbed wire
Below roadside—
Evenings cool clear, sharp
Brilliant blue stars—
Ah here just what we needed, State Penitentiary!
Two miles off into the brown furze rolling
East of the highway
"This is Ford Country what are you driving?" Be a Ford dealer!
Great snow meadows roof Sangre De Cristo
Clouds, North, dipping misty rivulet tails of pointy fog
It's a hard question...
Which would you rescue, your mother-in-law
Or the last text of Shakespeare?"
Petrified forest
Leslie Howard's scratchy image in the 30s
... eating jurassic steak
Petroglyphs over there the Man in the Moon
The guy with the four fingers ...
Over there, this is the sun, with two spikes out of the North
And wto spikes out of the South and two spikes East and West in a ray
And over here the Moon, the Milky Way
... and all the animal with tentacles
Nebula spiraled
Gas flares, smoke, oil refinery at night
High aluminum tubes winking red lights
Runways
Witches' blood boiling underground—
"Looks like they're getting ready to go to Mars over there."
Approaching Thoreau—
Fort Wingate Army Depot, "there's the entrance"—
And the Continental Divide
Anti Vietnam War Demonstrator soldiers sentenced
For Contempt of the President
Hard Labor—
Learn thyself in the Oil Storage Seaboard Shell Refinery
Lying back on the car seat
Eyelids heavy
Legs spread leaned against the table
Oh that I were young again and the skin in my anus folds rose
"La illaba el (lill) Allah bu"
Finally bored
Singing Raghupati Raghava Raja Ram
Over in the hill in the vlue brilliance of Albuquerque Sparkling
More diamonds and pearls of electricity
Running out of power-plants than wherever heard of it in
Turkey or Israel—
All that intense endless iridescence on black velvet desert—
Ah what a marvel
Orange blue Neon Circling itself like a Solar System
Blinking electronic noises on the radio
Warbles with vibrations also
Echo chambers and fantastic neons on the streets of Albuquerque
Lights blinking to stars,
Collapsing and descending into bright red points
Globes like sattelites plunging their
Tiny lamps in and out—
The eyeball
Space stretching North dotted with silver gastanks
To Sandia Range
Hitchhiking student
Supported by the National Defense Fund
With his black horn rimmed glasses
Thin blond hair
"If your country calls you, would you go?"
"If my country... drafted me ...
Then I would go."
Selfish young american always interested in his own skin
—and blue car speeding along the highway
Sticker on back
"I'm proud to be an American"
Right front seat, a 10 gallon hat
Driver a fat car salesman—
Sitting icy tipped
Distant earth peaks over Hilltops
& here's an ugly little oasis, used car tractors
Fenced off by barbed wire
Below roadside—
Evenings cool clear, sharp
Brilliant blue stars—
Ah here just what we needed, State Penitentiary!
Two miles off into the brown furze rolling
East of the highway
"This is Ford Country what are you driving?" Be a Ford dealer!
Great snow meadows roof Sangre De Cristo
Clouds, North, dipping misty rivulet tails of pointy fog
It's a hard question...
Which would you rescue, your mother-in-law
Or the last text of Shakespeare?"