33 : {The Trials of Christ}

[SandRider]

:1947
~
we were on the road for kicks when the voice
of the doomsayer prophet came over the radio:
you've fouled your nest! he squawked
you'll not take the next evolutionary step!
we laughed and sped thru the night

back from The War with time and blood on our hands
looking for a single, coherent story, looking for
language to describe the experiance; Jesus
drank himself to sleep in the backseat
as we debated leaving him on the roadside

we laughed and sped thru the night
we packed up our tents and moved on
we bought shares in the conspiracy
we lied to women for sex and beer money
we entertained ourselves with narcotics & guns
we were on the road for kicks

~
fifty thousand clear-channel watts
broadcasting the end-time screams
man, that Pontiac purred
we were alone in the empty desert
just us, the car, and an angry Jesus:

america, you've handcuffed my soul
like a good nigger, I've gone to your fields
I've paid your tax, I've worshipped your Bomb

america, you've auctioned my honor
I've held my tongue, I've looked away
america, I've lied for you

cool jazz & fallout: angels,
a feeling of anticipatory dread

man, we've done our bit, you know?
time for beer and blue-eyed blondes
time to spend our well-earned rewards

this old man we knew ate a bullet, his girl
man, he always carried her picture
carried in thru the fire
she fucked around; alot, it seems
this other guy we knew told him all the details
this kinda thing is why
we drink so much, huh?
take our comforts in whiskey and saxophones

~

we bought a Pontiac convertible and left the Jersey Shore
just ride, get Out West somewhere, these assholes, these
barbarians under an expansive blue sky
escaping after-images of thermite, bayonets & bomb craters
ancient castle walls crumpled under artillery
whiskeymouthed screamers in the backseat under a dark Nebraska night
then a topless joint in Tulsa, drunk cowboys & indians
then a bunch of sheriff's deputies, they had nightsticks
and no respect for our medals.
Jesus gave his purpleheart to a dancer,
she piled in with us and we tore out of there
just ahead of the angry mob ....

in the newmexican desert hank williams
wailed from the Pontiac's dashboard.
Jesus said there'd be a new holocaust;
we'll pray it passes us over this time.

Jesus had this leftover
grenade, he'd pull the pin
@ the bar & scream:
blow it to hell & gone!
& they'd call the cops.

we took our turns with the dancer in the Pontiac's backseat
while america rolled under our wheels ...
Jesus told story about
Truman & flying saucers
aww, he was drunk, man, who wasn't?
young hip girls away from home, all nipples and legs
Jesus said they got
the story wrong.
outside Tacoma we talked about tanks,
these fellas on motorbikes had been there.
we asked what they were thinking about doing now
and they spoke of a coming war with China.

it rained all night & the sun never rose
the highway was black & slick
beneath our spinning wheels
slick america under our tires
they went ashore @ Normandy
& won't talk about it.
Jesus said they'd gotten the story wrong.
that's not surprising.
Jesus joined the Marine Corps in thirty-eight
and served in China before The War

(before the last good war)

we bought a Pontiac and left the Jersey Shore
man, stop this car!
I want a horn ....
Jesus bought a trumpet and we drove on
bang! bang! you're dead!
asshole, you're dead!
hey asshole, hey!
bang! hey!
we holed-up for fourteen days while Jesus
converted the car to diesel
they drove tanks,
you didn't know that?
Jesus says they got
the whole story wrong.
he'd stabbed an Italian sailor in Shanghai
and been court-martialed
got a fake name and re-enlisted after Pearl
get a beer & sit
next to me, honey;
it's gonna be a long night.
we got back home and they said we were heroes
but all we ever did was blow shit up and kill
get a wife and a job they said ...
blow it to hell & gone!
aww shit, take cover ...

~
Jesus left the Jersey Shore with a headful of doubt
we're always starting over again
we met a young guy who'd been on a troopship
headed for Japan in that last week of July
so he thought the Bomb was a pretty good thing
then Jesus spit out a vile diatribe against the Pope
and we had to throw him in the trunk and move on
we're always starting over again but repeating ourselves
each time it gets a little more convulted

Jesus lit another smoke and screamed
I was there & I'll tell you:
Hitler wasn't exterminating
he was sacrificing ....
in germany the devil tempted Jesus
we've had fun here, He said, giving details of the general's plot,
the ritual death of the Fuehrer, the marriage of Adolf & Eva;
I officiated, He said grinning

aww listen, those Mormon girls ... where was that?
provo.
aww listen ...
honey-legged.
aww ...

make plans for the postapocalypse, He said seriously
we fell out and were issued clothing, bedding, helmets
boots shoes socks, mattresses blankets, mess kits
canteens, cartridge belts, bayonets

jesus-god, those twins ... where was that?
leadville, colorado.
jesus-god ... they said playing w/each other was masturbation
hey.
jesus ...

the devil tempted Jesus with tanks
blitzkrieg He whispered, panzer divisions & planes
He spoke of the Dark Soul of Hitler
Jesus said they got
the story wrong - Adolf
poisoned Eva & shot
the dog.
here man, have a grenade.
have a fucking grenade.
we were on the road for kicks
we laughed and sped thru the night
man, stop this car!
have another grenade, honey;
they're on the house.
~
the Pontiac's dash wailed big bands and bomb shelters
we tracked the retreating troops, SS officers shedding uniforms
Jesus wheeled the turrent to find a panzer in our sights
blow it to hell & gone!
we laughed and sped thru the night
we were on the road for kicks

we were on the road for kicks
back from The War with time & blood on our hands
Jesus drank himself
to sleep in the backseat

aww listen ...
hey.
aww listen ...
hey. I was there.
aww ...
Jesus gave his purpleheart to a dancer
whiskeymouthed screamers in the backseat
hey! the trunk's
full of guns!
we had an apocalyptic plan
in the newmexican desert Jesus spoke
of the coming hydrogen bomb
whiskey-mouthed screamers?
honey-legged. hey.
Jesus said he saw
the devil in germany
Jesus said they'd gotten the story wrong
there'd been trouble and China Marines
weren't allowed out of barracks with sidearms
so Jesus slipped a bayonet in his boot and
took a rickshaw to the casino looking
to beat Jap officers at dice
I wanna put a baby in you, baby.
I bet you do.
officially, Italian sailors couldn't carry sidearms
at anytime so they'd all bought their own;
belgian .25s and the new german automatics
they'd just bought some pussy
and were looking for a fight
no. you got it wrong.
didn't happen that way.
they'd just bought some pussy and were
looking for a fight when Jesus came around
the corner across from the casino
Shanghai police said the sailors jumped Jesus
rolling his rickshaw and driver
Jesus came up, bayonet in hand
stop it. I gotta pee.
~

Jesus baptized himself in the Rio Grande
we bought a tank and crossed into mexico
our heavy treads chewed up miles of black asphalt

ya'll're crazy, ain't ya?
yes, my darling, we are. we are the last
of the mechanized knights,
the cowboys of the cannons.
we are damaged beyond repair.

the Pacific was an unbelievable blue beneath us
crashing in the cliffs far below
we fired rounds at the setting sun
and Jesus blew taps on his horn

~
(:1947)

[chanilover]

Superstar
Where you from, how's it going?
I know you
Gotta clue, what youre doing?
You can play brand new to all the other chicks out here
But I know what you are, what you are, baby

Look at you
Gettin' more than just re-up
Baby, you
Got all the puppets with their strings up
Fakin' like a good one, but I call 'em like I see 'em
I know what you are, what you are, baby

Womanizer
Woman-Womanizer
You're a womanizer
Oh Womanizer
Oh You're a Womanizer Baby
You, You You Are
You, You You Are
Womanizer, Womanizer, Womanizer

Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)
Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)

You Got Me Goin'
You're Oh-So Charmin'
But I can't do it
U Womanizer

Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)
Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)

You Say I'm Crazy
I got Your Crazy
You're nothing but
A Womanizer

Daddy-O
You got the swagger of champion
Too bad for you
Just can't find the right companion
I guess when you have one too many, makes it hard
It could be easy
Who you are, that's who you are, baby

Lollipop
Must mistake me you're a sucker
To think that I
Would be a victim not another
Say it, play it how you wanna
But no way I'm ever gonna fall for you, never you, baby

Womanizer
Woman-Womanizer
You're a womanizer
Oh Womanizer
Oh You're a Womanizer Baby
You, You You Are
You, You You Are
Womanizer, Womanizer, Womanizer

Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)
Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)

You Got Me Goin'
You're Oh-So Charmin'
But I can't do it
U Womanizer

Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)
Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)

You Say I'm Crazy
I got Your Crazy
You're nothing but
A Womanizer

Maybe if we both lived in different worlds
(Womanizer Womanizer Womanizer Womanizer)
It would be all good, and maybe I could be ya girl
But I can't 'cause we don't
You...

Womanizer
Woman-Womanizer
You're a womanizer
Oh Womanizer
Oh You're a Womanizer Baby
You, You You Are
You, You You Are
Womanizer, Womanizer, Womanizer

Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)
Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)

You Got Me Goin'
You're Oh-So Charmin'
But I can't do it
U Womanizer

Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)
Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)

You Say I'm Crazy
I got Your Crazy
You're nothing but
A Womanizer

Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)
Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)

Womanizer
Woman-Womanizer
You're a womanizer
Oh Womanizer
Oh You're a Womanizer Baby