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 Im putting one down to watch him K 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, Our relationship is something both of us are learning to live with. rael likes a good time, I like a good rhyme, but you wont see me directly anymore - he hates my being around. so if his story Nt 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 it's bed.
And the lamb lies down on broadway.
Early morning manhattan, Ocean winds blow on the land.
The weary guests are asked to leave the warmth of the all-night theater, having slept on pictures others only dream on.
Movie-palace is now undone, The all-night watchmen have had their fun. Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show, Its the same old ending - time to go. Get out! It seems they cannot leave their dream.
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 cabmans early mobile r
There's something moving in the sidewalk steam, And the lamb lies down on broadway.
Nightimes 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 truckers eyes read overload
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 un Ound. 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 tou Ts going.
And out on the subway, Rael imperial aerosol kid Exits into daylight, spraygun hid, And the lamb lies down on broadway.
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 g 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 le Ch 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 noth Hatsoever to do with rael, or any other lamb - it just lies down on broadway.
The lamb seems right out of place, Yet the broadway street scene finds a focus in it's 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. Cabmans 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! Im not your kind. Im 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.