[00:30.26]Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding.[00:35.01]Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell mind[00:42.62]Blood in the streets[00:44.19]In the town of New Haven.[00:46.83]Blood stains the roofs[00:48.47]And the palm trees of Venice.[00:51.07]Blood in my love[00:52.54]In the terrible summer.[00:55.44]Bloody red sun of[00:57.39]Phantastic L.A.[01:01.94]Blood screams her brain[01:03.00]As they chop off her fingers.[01:06.00]Blood will be born[01:07.14]In the birth of a nation.[01:10.30]Blood is the rose of[01:12.16]Mysterious union.[01:14.57]Blood on the rise,[01:15.74]It's following me.[01:17.92][01:23.15]Indian, Indian[01:24.64]What did you die for?[01:27.74]Indian says nothing at all.[01:36.19]Gently they stir.[01:39.19]Gently rise.[01:40.94]The dead are new-born awakening.[01:43.45]With ravaged limbs[01:44.69]And wet souls.[01:46.35]Gently they sigh[01:47.63]In rapt funeral amazement.[01:50.56]Who called these dead to dance?[01:53.86]Was it the young woman[01:55.40]Learning to play the "Ghost Song"[01:56.82]In her baby grand[02:00.10]Was it the wilderness children?[02:02.14]Was it the Ghost-God himself,[02:04.18]Stuttering, cheering,[02:05.67]Chatting blindly?[02:08.07]I called you up to[02:09.45]Annoint the earth.[02:10.52]I called you to announce[02:11.79]Sadness falling like[02:13.22]Burned skin.[02:15.14]I called you to wish you well[02:16.79]To glory in self like a new monster[02:19.25]And now I call on you to pray