Bowery Blues

The story of man makes me sick
Inside, outside, I don't know why
Something so conditional and all talk
Should hurt me so

I am hurt, I am scared
I want to live, I want to die
I don't know where to turn
In the void and when to cut
Out

For no Church told me
No Guru holds me
No advice just stone of New York
And on the cafeteria we hear
The saxophone O dead Ruby
Died of shot in Thirty Two
Sounding like old times and de bombed
Empty decapitated
Murder by the clock

And I see Shadows
Dancing into Doom
In love, holding
TIght the lovely asses
Of the little girls
In love with sex
Showing themselves
In white undergarments

At elevated windows
Hoping for the Worst
I can't take it
Anymore
If I can't hold
My little behind
To me in my room
Then it's goodbye
Sangsara
For me
Besides
Girls aren't as good
As they look
And Samadhi
Is better
Than you think
When it starts in
Hitting your head
In with Buzz
Of glittergold
Heaven's Angels
Wailing
Saying
We've been waiting for you
Since Morning, Jack
Why were you so long
Dallying in the sooty room?
This transcendental Brilliance
Is the better part
(of Nothingness
I sing)
Okay
Quit
Mad
Stop