if you are graceful
if you will be graceful to me
then soon you will teach me to remember
to forget all the shit i've seen
america is a dream of piss and night
mares and strivign and disatisfaction
and all the noise noise noise we've heard
all this time time time
is just the result of two hundred years of
noise
two hundred years of prophets dressed in
bearskins and boys wih golden bibles
bulshitting about how in the woods they
saw the father and the son and the father
and the son told them they were lovely,
told him he ws holy
we all feel so goddamn ugly we just want
anyone to tell us we are pretty
we all feel so afraid we just want
anyone to sooth us
even if the soothing sucks
even if it sucks all our minds away
we just want it all to go away and
feel a little peace
at least
i pray
let me have the peace
of the lonely little old man in cuba
rolling his cigars