Thursday, 11 April 2013

American Poet Jim Carroll

   

Jim Carroll; American Poet &Punk Musican

(1949 - 2009)
"Throwaway youth, ya gotta take a stand
Music is your only weapon
Spanners in the works
Go start your gang
New Church
, join the New Church
Be a Lord of the New Church”

  

  "For Elizabeth" (Poem)

 Lorraine


 I was underneath the staircase

I was talking with my angel
He said that beauty is only terror
You know, when terror is just beginning 
I thought I heard some footsteps
Lorraine, she was coming
But she's been feelin' real sick lately
She been kickin' down her habit

So I went around to see her

I had the angel in my pocket
She had jewels between her fingers
And there was blood across Lou's carpet

But I know that she's feelin' better . . .

I saw her walking to the Market

She went down

The sharp black hole
She wants to die just to save her soul . . .

But she wants to live

She wants to start her band
She swears the stage is God's left hand

So I'm sitting in the cellar

Beneath my dark apartment
I had the angel on my shoulder
You know, his wings were kinda shattered

He plays with broken mirrors

And he said that he just saw Sally
And that Sally was with Lorraine
And they were playing in the alley

So I went around to see them

Ahhh . . . they were doing it together

And there was a little blood across the concrete . . .

I know they were feeling better . . . 

They got straight

They understand
They wanted to die but now they got plans
They want to live; they want to start their band
They swear the stage is God's left hand

I'm waiting in the lobby

The angel dropped the mirror
But he still insists that beauty . . .
That beauty is just one part of terror

There's a painting on the ceiling

Of a dog . . . he had eyes like rubies,
And then the angel just remembered 
That Lorraine was at the movies

I found her in the back aisle

There was blood across the next seat
When she reached out to touch me
I thought that that that was so sweet

So I stuck her with my finger

It was like a knife through leather
She had a song along her eyelid


I KNOW she was feeling better


She got straight

She understand
She wanted to die but now she got plans

She want to live

She want to start her band

She swear the stage is God's left hand 



                                   Dry Dreams



Each night, they surround me

With the lights and the microphones . . . 
With their bodies and the mile of cable
Like a magic ring of bone

Every night I have the same dream:

A man behind the door
With a tattooed erection
And no reflection
And his eyes like a Chinese whore . . .

Every night I have the same dream

 Every night I have the same dream
Every night I have the same dream

The madonnas at the crossroads,

Dressed like future spies
They shine their lips with android sperm
And the Riviera skies . . .

But every night I have the same dream

It's a vision of the dead . . . The way
They stare into space
And never see a human face.
But just the back of their own heads

Every night I have the same dream

Every night I have the same dream
 Every night I have the same dream

Earth, water, wind and flame

The designers of my fate . . .
Every night they come to me
Release me with their weight . . .

Every night I have the same dream

A dome upon the shore
Where some method actors
Bomb the big reactor
And it melts right through the core

Every night I have the same dream

Every night I have the same dream
 Every night I have the same dream 

Each night, they surround me

With the lights and the microphones . . .

With their bodies and the miles of cable

Like a magic ring of bone

Every night I have the same dream

White crows in an empty sky
When I call they descend, the young trees bend
And the dream is always dry . . .

Every night I have the same dream

 Every night I have the same dream
 Every night I have the same dream
oh, no, oh, no, oh, no!



 It's Too Late

By Jim Carroll and Wayne Woods

It's too late 
To fall in love with Sharon Tate
But it's too soon
To ask me for the words I want carved on my tomb

I think it's time that you all start

To think about gettin' by
Without that need to go out and find
Somebody to love

It's too late

There's no one left that I even wanna imitate
You see, you just don't know

I'm here to give you my heart 
And you want some fashion show

But it ain't no contribution

To rely on an institution
To validate your chosen art
And to sanction your boredom 
And let you play out your part..


It's too late


You know when they got nothin' to give

They only part their legs for what's negative
They're so decadent . . .
Until their daddy's money from home's all spent

So I think it's time, because it's too easy 

To rely on worshipping devils and strangers in bed,
Though they do get good drugs, and they do give good head

It's too late

You shoulda realized I was worth the wait
Ah, but you didn't hesitate
When he took you off, you let him seal our fate

So I think it's time

that you all start 
To think about gettin' by
Without that need to go out and find
Somebody to love..

Jim Carroll & Keith Richards at Tramps in 1980, 
Jim singing “People Who Died” .

Jim Carroll - People Who Died


“People Who Died” 

 

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