March 2, 1987 - Manchester, New Hampshire
Angry! Angry! Angry!
Mouths are wide open, mouths licking the floor.
Licking the floor!
Mouths licking the floor I take notes.
Pour Pepsi onto thy dry wounds.
Again!
So long baby, so long Tommy J.
I glide on other rails.
Goodbye to easy, on my way to the place.
What!
The plan.
The plan is of course to stay in heaven and call everyone I know on the telephone.
Talk about wireless.
Wireless!
This is where movie begins.
Well, by the stars and the celluloid sky
Collapsing a million miles apart.
I hope you're happy now!
I hope you're happy now!
I hope you're happy now!
Poets, later on the $20.00 poem,
I meet Steve, who is looking for anybody.
Even me.
Together our eyes feel pain.
From a boat and boil oceans
Because we believe they can.
It's no trick man.
The earth is a perfume suitcase.
A perfume suitcase!
That brings me down.
That brings me down.
That brings me down.
A hair of darkness caught in my throat and you.
Well wasn't the body a treasure to spend.
Right!
A body to spend.
Spit in my face motherfucker.
Together we see more.
Carry the fall that extends our dreams behind our brilliant eyes.
We are the free for those who see us.
We bring light into the woods.
Into the fuckin' woods.
Into the woods!
Into the woods!
Into the woods!
Woods! Woods! Woods!
Into the Woods!