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01. The Lamb Lies
Down On Broadway
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
Early morning Manhattan,
Ocean winds blow on the land.
Movie-Palace
is now undone,
The all-night watchmen have had their fun.
Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show,
It's the same old ending - time to go.
Get out!
It seems they cannot leave their dream.
There's something moving in the sidewalk steam,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
Nightime's flyers feel their pains.
Drugstore take down the chains.
Metal motion comes in bursts,
The gas station can quench that thirst.
Suspension cracked on unmade road
The trucker's eyes read 'Overload'
And out on the subway,
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
Exits into daylight, spraygun hid,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
The lamb seems right out of place,
Yet the Broadway street scene finds a focus in its face.
Somehow it's lying there,
Brings a stillness to the air.
Though man-made light, at night is very bright,
There's no whitewash victim,
As the neons dim, to the coat of white.
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
Wipes his gun - he's forgotten what he did,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
Suzanne tired her work all done,
Thinks money - honey - be on - neon.
Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn
And the sawdust king spits out his scorn.
Wonder women you can draw your blind!
Don't look at me! I'm not your kind.
I'm Rael!
Something inside
me has just begun,
Lord knows what I have done,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
On Broadway -
They say the lights are always bright on Broadway.
They say there's always magic in the air.
Keep your fingers out of my eye.
While I write I like to glance at the butterflies
in glass that are all around the walls. The people in memory
are pinned to events I can't recall too well, but I'm putting
one down to watch him break up, decompose and feed another sort
of life. The one in question is all fully biodegradable material
and categorised as 'Rael'. Rael hates me, I like Rael, - yes,
even ostriches have feelings, but our relationship is something
both of us are learning to live with. Rael likes a good time,
I like a good rhyme, but you won't see me directly anymore -
he hates my being around. So if his story doesn't stand, I might
lend a hand, you understand? (ie. the rhyme is planned, dummies).
The flickering needle jumps into red. New
York crawls out of its bed.
The weary guests are asked to leave the warmth of the all-night
theater, having slept on pictures others only dream on.
The un-paid extras disturb the Sleeping Broadway. WALK to
the left DON'T WALK to the right: on Broadway, directions don't
look so bright. Autoghosts keep the pace for the cabman's early
mobile race.
Enough of this - our hero is moving up
the subway stairs into day- light. Beneath his leather jacket
he holds a spray gun which has left the message R-A-E-L in big
letters on the wall leading underground. It may not mean much
to you but to Rael it is part of the process going towards 'making
a name for yourself.' When you're not even a pure-bred Puerto
Rican the going gets tough and the tough gets going.
With casual sideways glances along the wet street, he checks
the motion in the steam to look for potential obstruction. Seeing
none, he strides along the sidewalk, past the drugstore with
iron guard being removed to reveal the smile of the toothpaste
girl, past the nightladies and past Patrolman Frank Leonowich
(48, married, two kids) who stands in the doorway of the wig-store.
Patrolman Leonowich looks at Rael in much the same way that
other Patrolmen look at him, and Rael only just hides that he
is hiding something. Meanwhile from out of the steam a lamb
lies down. This lamb has nothing whatsoever to do with Rael,
or any other lamb - it just lies down on Broadway.
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