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Here come the Nightmericans
Eyes afire with jet burning
Primeval trees
Whispering wake children
There isn’t no time
To sleep through this morning
I pave you in light
You Nightmericans

Come tall-talking Paul
Who is accused of lying
Between us and the Sun
Who sent the flowers sighing
Over an Earth pretty well used to dying
Open the door the windows to Zion
Of your beautiful blue eyes
Speaker Ryan

Elizabeth D, the D for devastation
Pull from your own youth
The black hare of illumination
Oh where is that girl, tulip-timed in mystic Michigan?
What would her Jesus do
With her lighthouse as a Christian
But dervish out the sun
To all young Americans?

Come kid-glovéd Don
Rose finger-pricked trumpet
Blowing wholly the mort
On Nightmerica incorporate
The office a 300
Sum-odd million snake egg omelet
All of your Horses and your men if they were honest
Would most love you yellowed out
And gone where God is

Come listener with me
On a light meditation
Close your eyes to see great wings
Enfold the capital of our nation
This is not the snow- white dove from the lonesome above
But the rainbow street pigeon of all and no religion

Now in your third eye you from this giant bird’s eye view
666-teen hundred Pennsylvania Avenue
And you look to the west and see waiting in your nest
An Oval Office in all its present rottenness
Yay though it be rotten and surely ill- begotten
It’s yours all the same and you love it no less

So you sit yourself right down & you begin to brood
With a proud and a motherly attitude
And from your rainbow throat comes a rainbow of notes
Ringing every chakra like alarum bells
All the way down from the crown to the now painted Easter egg shell
& you witness now with the speed of Jesus how a tomb can turn to a womb
As rainbow waves fill to the gills that bright & oval room
And thread through every ear of every walking talking nightmare in there

& there among the rest is our good Donald dead asleep at his desk
And with his snoring and his dreams too bleak and too boring
The room begins to shake
And the shell begins to break
And the sunlight floods in
Displacing all the nightmares within
And within each American a sound and sacred soul begins to stir again

And you, the pigeon, peer in
Singing backwards from three
At nothing you’ll wake and be back in your bodies

Three
Two
One

There go the Nightmericans
Eyes alright like the infant oceans
Coming to from deep state hypnosis
Each resurfacing soul its own personal Atlantis
All shining in the sun all born-again Americans

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from There Go The Nightmericans & Clockwork, released December 7, 2017

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