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[00:30.10]Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
[00:35.23]Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell mind
[00:42.72]Blood in the streets
[00:44.29]In the town of New Haven
[00:47.20]Blood stains the roofs
[00:49.62]And the palm trees of Venice
[00:51.33]Blood in my love
[00:52.85]In the terrible summer
[00:55.56]Bloody red sun of
[00:57.60]Phantastic L.A
[01:02.08]Blood screams her brain
[01:03.53]As they chop off her fingers
[01:06.25]Blood will be born
[01:07.12]In the birth of a nation
[01:10.47]Blood is the rose of
[01:11.39]Mysterious union
[01:14.90]Blood on the rise
[01:15.97]It's following me
[01:23.47]Indian,Indian
[01:24.59]What did you die for?
[01:27.74]Indian says nothing at all
[01:36.46]Gently they stir
[01:39.31]Gently rise
[01:41.13]The dead are new-born awakening
[01:43.30]With ravaged limbs
[01:44.64]And wet souls
[01:46.21]Gently they sigh
[01:48.07]In rapt funeral amazement
[01:50.72]Who called these dead to dance?
[01:54.08]Was it the young woman
[01:55.19]Learning to play the "Ghost Song"
[01:56.77]In her baby grand
[02:00.34]Was it the wilderness children?
[02:02.35]Was it the Ghost-God himself
[02:04.33]Stuttering,cheering
[02:05.65]Chatting blindly?
[02:07.46]I called you up to
[02:09.10]Annoint the earth
[02:10.47]I called you to announce
[02:11.12]Sadness falling like
[02:13.28]Burned skin
[02:15.30]I called you to wish you well
[02:16.90]To glory in self like a new monster
[02:19.41]And now I call on you to pray