Appendix B: Select Desert Mystics

The Doors (Whiskey, Mystics and Men)

Well, I’ll tell you a story Of whiskey and mystics and men,

And about the believers and How the whole thing began.

First there were women and Children obeying the moon,

Then daylight brought wisdom And fever and sickness CONSUMED.

You can try to remind me Instead of the other, you can.

You can help to insure That we all insecure our command.

If you don’t give a listen, I won’t try to tell your new hand.

This is it; can’t you see

That we all have our ends in the band.

And if all of the teachers and Preachers of wealth were arraigned,

We could see quite a future For me in the literal sands.

And if all the people Could claime to inspect such regrets,

Well, we’d have no forgiveness,
Forgetfullness, faithful remorse.

So I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must send away.

We must try to find a New answer instead of a way.

The Doors (Ghost Song)

Awake. Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day’s divinity First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side And we laugh like soft, mad children Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy The music and voices are all around us.

Choose they croon the ancient ones The time has come again Choose now, they croon Beneath the moon Beside an ancient lake

Enter again the sweet forest Enter the hot dream Come with us Everything is broken up and dances.

Indians scattered, On dawn’s highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child’s, Fragile eggshell mind

We have assembled inside, This ancient and insane theater To propagate our lust for life, And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets.

The barns have stormed The windows kept, And only one of all the rest To dance and save us From the divine mockery of words, Music inflames temperament.

Ooh great creator of being Grant us one more hour, To perform our art And perfect our lives.

We need great golden copulations,

When the true kings murderers Are allowed to roam free, A thousand magicians arise in the land Where are the feast we are promised?

U2: In God’s Country (The Joshua Tree)

Yeah Desert sky Dream beneath a desert sky The rivers run but soon run dry We need new dreams tonight

Desert rose Dreamed I saw a desert rose Dress torn in ribbons and in bows Like a siren she calls to me

Sleep comes like a drug In God’s Country Sad eyes, crooked crosses In God’s Country

Set me alight We’ll punch a hole right through the night Everyday the dreamers die To see what’s on the other side

She is liberty And she comes to rescue me Hope, faith, her vanity The greatest gift is gold

Sleep comes like a drug In God’s Country Sad eyes, crooked crosses In God’s Country

Naked flame She stands with a naked flame I stand with the sons of Cain Burned by the fire of love Burned by the fire of love

Mills Brothers (Old Man of the mountain.)

The old man of the mountain With his long white beard and his crooked staff He tramps along while the folks all laugh

With a twinkle in his eye he passes them by The old man of the mountain

He wears long hair but his feet are bare They say he’s mad as an old march hare His cares are none and he owes no one The old man of the mountain He talks with the birds when he’s lonely Sleeps with the stars for a tent While the bees spread a feast when he’s hungry And God charges no rent He’ll live as long as an old oak tree And laugh at fools like you and me I often sigh and wish that I were The old man of the mountain. The old man of the mountain The old man of the mountain He talks with the birds when he’s lonely

Sleeps with the stars for a tent While the bees spread a feast when he’s hungry And God charges no rent The old man of the mountain

The Mattoid: Burn and Rob

Lyrics are online if you google them.

Steve Noonan: Wild and Free

Lyrics: Catfish swimming at the bottom of the lake, charcoal shadows on the water He’s got three women three times a week, he’s got several sons and daughters He don’t care ‘bout no atom bomb – he don’t make no war Life’s just fine at the deepest levels when you live how you were born And there’s something ‘bout bein wild and free tryin to be what they say you cannot be Bein free – wild and free

Blue-jays squakin in the redwood trees, next door neighbors of mine They seem to have a pretty good life, getting along just fine They don’t need no diamond rings to show you who they are They get by on what they got and they sleep out under the stars And there’s something ‘bout bein wild and free tryin to be what they say ya cannot be Something ‘bout seein above the trees where there’s oh so much to see When yer free – wild and free – wild and free

Racoons scramblin in the night – bandits by moon light Wish I had their will of sight – knowin just what’s right Stealin my dinner and my silver ware – yea that’s part ‘o their plan But Maybe if I just pat attention they’ll show me who I am

And there’s something ‘bout bein wild and free – livin like they say ya connot be Somethin ‘bout seein above the trees, where there’s oh so much to see Somethin ‘bout being wild and free – to find that place in me where I can be Free - Wild and free – wild and free – wild and free - wild and free…