The Queen Of The Night And The Kings Of Oblivion

Make a buy from a queen of the night
Drop a tab of the recent past
See the world through the fractured light
Of the broken windows with broken glass

Echoing voices on a reel of blank tape
Portraits of chorus, of solitary cries
Doomed youth without any shape
Where the black and the leb and the afghan dies

Listening to camels scorching their ways
Against the stupid air of the humid day
Rare guitar spiralled in a blackened maze
And purple sherbet that comes with delay

My friend the roman tells the tale
Of storming the walls that make it safe
Of the wizened tree with the plastic nail
And the trailing images in its wake

And we gather together the striped and the starred
The wicked purveyors and all their minions
We crack their heads like cookie jars
Break on through, the kings of oblivion