Can We Resolve the Past Lyrics

Hey man you want girls
Pills grass come-on
I show you good time
This place has everything
Come-on, I show you
Can we resolve the past -- lurking jaws
joints of Time -- the base -- to come
of age in a dry place -- holes & caves

The music was new black polished
chrome & came over the summer
like liquid night -- the D.J.'s
Took pills to stay awake & play
for 7 days

The General's son had a sister.
They went down to see him.
They went to the studio & someone
knew him. Someone knew
the T.V. Showman.
He came to our home room party &
played records & when he left,
in the hot noon sun, & walked
to his car, we saw the Chooks
had written F-U-C-K on his
windshield. He wiped it off
with a white rag &, smiling cooly,
drove away.

"He's rich. Got a big car."

My friend drove an hour each day
from the Mts. The bus gives
you a hard-on w/books in your
lap. We shot the bird at the
black M.P.
My gang will get you. Scenes
of rape in the arroyo. Seductions
in cars, abandoned buildings.
Fights at the food stand.
The dust. The Shoes
Opened shirts & raised collars.
Bright sculptured hair.
Spades dance best, from the hip.

Someone shot the bird on the
afternoon dance show. They gave
out free records to the best
couple.