"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 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
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” .
“People Who Died”
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