Lost Girls

Intro Warming the hearts of tragic hoodlum spirits (Flute plays around in until noted below) Brighten the eyes of petty thieves who crawl at night N.C. Who feign to use a knife N.C. Jingle jangle the cosmos are on fire N.C. The blazing lines of the criminal choir N.C. Rejoiced to be alive N.C. Broken and depraved N.C. Sullied mop and rusted pail Centuries of poison to escape this heaven or hell This earthly cell of dead flowers and so many wounded foes N.C. It's hard to remember fantasy or horror N.C Unwanted caresses N.C Little Lolitas who want to be held in large hands N.C Dear Father, who art in heaven N.C. Hollow be thy name Witches confused by their own magic Witches displeased by their own perfume Shame-locked women N.C. Shaman women fuming with shame N.C Love-locked women N.C. Women their own magic women N.C. Shadow body, shadow spirit White blood, blue night (Start fast piano and stop flute) Angels lyrics Female creature wilted high in the raftors Orgies of dust and butterfly laughter Shadows spilling into the babe's milk Starry eyes of ghost's memoir Four blue plus two, that makes six That's twelve times two Two brown eyes, one green Hazel's asleep in the hayloft Down the road drowning in dry grass In the sweet maiden's lap poisened with nightshade Witches last laugh Stick your thumb out Lift up your skirt Someone's gonna stop here soon Take down your hair and wind up your grin Someone's gonna take you home Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt Someone's gonna stop here soon Take down your hair and wind up your grin Someone's gonna take you home Verse Even though red's not your color I'll dress you in feathers And fly you in the windy weather Like a child bird marooned on an island of cats Little dewy brawling cats With cross-eyes and hats They take mercy on you They take you for walks The mercy choir singing dismal hymns watery bible rhymes All jumbled a mess A mess of bright graves and flowers and balloons Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt Someone's bound to stop here soon Take down your hair and wind up your grin Someone's gonna take you home Verse With a knapsack of trinkets I'm off to seek my fortune again Chasing ghosts of dead orphans Friend, cousin, or kin We wave to the passer by Moth wings of a butterfly Endless tracks where no car pass Close your eyes and you can fly I'm off to meet my soul mate A naked fawny jailbait Wading into ponds Filled with pollywogs at dawn Mournin' the light That slipped from my eyes A little child with dirty nails And dirty hair I had dirty things scrawled upon my mind Instrumental: Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt Someone's gonna stop here soon Take down your hair, wind up your grin Someone's gonna take you home