I. American Viper

A man tattooed a snake on me in Silverlake

I’ve had men do a lot of things to me over the years

and this was far from the least satisfying

Revelations slither through a crack in the sky

I am cold as champagne and dripping with rainbows

He’s got me open like Seven Eleven

Red Babalon has shed her scales all over the bedroom floor

“One prick is much like another,” she lied

In the desert there ain’t no place to hide from the rain

It is running from the city to the sea laced with nitrous oxide

Beneath that golden skin the ocean is dark with poison

Thus we feed the Siren and she rises from the surf 

Blue in the face with her open adder mouth

One fang dripping venom and the other salt water

Hold on sugar lips 

The smell of gas is gonna take us to the other world

With a gun and a pack of sandwiches

I have washed palms and wrists and heart and turned my face upward

Climbed seven hundred steps towards the ceiling

We have entered the cloud palace and still we are never alone

My god is there no end to men or dogs

Tout ça qui maré. Lagué yo pou’ moin!

What strange Delphi is this 

Note:

Tout ça qui maré. Lagué yo pou’ moin! – 

“all those who are bound, free them for me”

II. Fever 405

Patient Zero picks his nose and wipes his finger 

under the front seat of the Lexus he is valeting

Three blocks down a SWAT team hits an empty warehouse

The cops are coming back round for the kill

¡No hay banda! Il n’y a pas d’orchestre!

I mean come on, we all knew none of this was real

Deer huddle together on the surface of Mars

between uneasy stars and golden space machines

As the sun goes down in the arroyo the king stag screams

This is the path of the Lord of the Forest

The kiss of mountain lion and coyote

Oh California with her skin bright as the beaches 

She immolates herself for love of him

See him striding across her blackened hills

His haunches striped with ashes and flames about his horns

Ignite ignite ignite ignite ignite

Bumper to bumper the 405 at Sepulveda is a corridor of fire

He did say it would be smart to carry water in the trunk

Somewhere a queen is kneeling

III. Charlie Sheen

If I could get this stupid song out of my head I would feel much better

Are you sure it’s not just jetlag babe

Aquamarine waters are rising all around us

I got magic and I got poetry in my fingertips

My guardian angel has something he really needs me to tell you

I’m sharp as a sniper I got eyes on the prize

I think your root chakra may be blocked

but really you have the most beautiful aura

We’re taking a break right now to see how it goes

Men and women can’t even discuss things any more

If you just gave him a chance you’d be surprised

Well that was rude

I think I just figured out my mood for the year

I saw you put your hand on your heart just then

Right now I’m 30% with you at best

I’m gonna hang out with these two smoking hotties

and fly privately around the world

Do you mind? You’re standing in my light

I can see that one of you here today is a very old soul

I remember when I first laid eyes on her

You don’t look like you’re having a lot of fun

The sky was emerald green that night

and holy water dripped down from the branches

You do you princess but I think we could make this happen

IV. “Roughly 92% Angel but about 8% Devil”

Exit light

Enter night

Now comes the witching hour!

Veni, veni Mephostophile!

Thanks Kelly 

We’re coming to you tonight from the Valley

I wonder what’s become of Faustus

Of Robert Johnson and my friend the Genovese?

Good sir! I pray thee, abides Herr Doktor yet in Hell?

From your sulphurous aspect I perceive

you are from thence but lately come

I hear the old man runs a snappy business

down at Mulholland & Laurel Canyon

Souls aren’t what they used to be of course

What can I get for $10? Anything you want

Now look here my good devil man

We’ve still some poke and glitter in us, ravished as we are

You may have style but you lack self-restraint

Night pours into tourmaline pools along the avenues

The air is dense with petrichor and jasmine and the moon is a golden cup

You’re saying all the right things

Goodnight, you fuckers, goodnight