The grand highway is crowded w/lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget. Wilderness.
Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.
I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.
Give me songs to sing and emerald dreams to dream and I'll give you love unfolding.
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.
I can kind of envision one person with a lot of machines, tapes, and electronic set-ups...singi ng or speaking and using machines.