So Gallantly Screaming

d'archangel rises with eyes that accuse. A bouquet of black orchids for you

as you weep in the ruins of all that you knew, of all that you cherished,

of all you possessed. It's a mess! And the message is scrawled on the wall.

It says > God bless what's left. And what's right ?

And what's wrong? Well, we still have the songs - but where are you

Gershwin now that we need you? God how we need you... And down in the city

of heartbreak and needles, a needle is rammed and a new dream begins. And

the subway's a hospital - beds on the tracks. And the victims are cracked

under bandages, wrapped in their oxygen tents. Looking tense because the

doctor's demented and holding a pin... and if they cry out, he'll hammer it

in. Yes, Gershwin is grinning > God how I need you right

now... Watch Washington wash in what's left of the Whitehouse. Hear Hendrix

make love to his ghost. Hear Abraham, Marin and John sing a song as they

snip at your hair, as they butter their toast. Fred Astaire sings along as

he skips down the stairs of the Pentagon. Gone! It's all gone - the

American dream.

... Christ, it's only a dream. But where are you, George? Now that we need

you...

I am the way, the truth, the light

Merciful angel with blood on his hands. He's down on his knees, because

there's nowhere to stand in a dungeon of plastic.. a castle of ice. Ankles

tied with elastic, the blindfold is tight. The windows are shattered,

there's bolts on the door, and the music's so loud, he can't think anymore.

Floodlights are blazing, they shout when he sleeps. But he prays because he

loves them - they treat him like this! >>.