Lorraine

Lorraine (OPENING POEM)

Seven blonde women

They gather in the square

They raise their hands up to the sun

Their skin is so thin and white

You know their fathers must surely be wealthy

I watch the others stand around and form a crucifix

A serpent of vapor

Some stray birds rise

The one on the end, the fine one on the end

She called me over, she pulled me aside

She said, You know, I have to make it all look different

It seems that every time I lay down

On it, and its like a snake in water

And when I look out of it,

It's like the one from last week

Was breathing again

And she said she had some white light

You know, she said that she had some morphine

But she didn't have no gimmicks

So she just took this razor

And she laid it on a white vein

And then she took a black orchid

And she just ripped apart that flower

And then she took the white light

Then she said, Hey, later for the morphine

She took the razor and slit open her white vein

She slit open her white vein

She put the flower through the slit vein

She poured the white light through the red stem

She put the white light through the red stem

She just poured it through the red stem

I was talkin' with my angel

I was talkin' with my angel then . . .

(LYRICS)

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 . . .