Celebration of the Lizard

Part4: Hill Dwellers
Way back deep into the brain
Way back past the realm of pain
back where there’s never any rain
And in the labyrinth of streams
Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of
Gentle hill dwellers and the gentle hills around
Reptiles abounding
Fossils, caves, cool air heights

Each house repeats a mold
Windows rolled
Beast car locked in against morning
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant
Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets
And daughters, smug
With semen eyes in their nipples

Wait
There’s been a slaughter here
(Don’t stop to speak or look around
Your gloves and fan are on the ground
you’re getting out of town
We’re going on the run
And you’re the one I want to come

Part5: Not to touch the earth
Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do, but
Run, run, run
Let’s run
House upon the hill
Moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze
C’mon baby run with me
Let’s run
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let’s run
(repeat)

Dead president’s corpse in the driver’s car
The engine runs on glue and tar
C’mon along, we’re not going very far
To the East to meet the Czar
The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won’t know a thing till you get inside
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Lets go